The Wistful Skyline

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Chapter One The smell of the scriptorium was a physical weight, a dense fog of beeswax and old iron that coated the back of Nadia Salem’s throat before her eyes could adjust to the gloom, and she remembered the forty-seven of the Tide Clock ticking down in the dormitory, a sound that had once marked the hours of her youth but now felt like a countdown to her own erasure. She stood in the center...

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