The Wistful Skyline
The carriage wheels bit into the mud of the King’s Road as Elias Thorne watched the palace gates close behind him, a sound like a heavy iron lid settling over a tomb. He did not look back. To look back was to admit that he had lost, and Elias Thorne, a man whose life had been a ledger of precise measurements and calculated risks, did not believe in losses. He believed in adjustments. He held in...
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