The Wistful Skyline
Chapter One Alice Priddy stood at the head of the long table, her hand white-knuckled around a glass of synthetic whiskey, the fluid sweating cold against skin that had begun to map itself in fine, brittle lines. The banquet hall of the Millhaven Colony was loud with the clatter of plastic plates and the low, droning hum of the ventilation fans, a sound that had been the background noise of her...
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