The Wistful Skyline
The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth by a wind that screamed with a fury that seemed to have no source, only a purpose, and in the center of that howling deluge stood Sergeant Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform was soaked through to the skin and whose hands, wrapped around the hilt of a service pistol that felt suddenly and horribly light, were trembling with a violence...
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