The Wistful Campus
"You cannot simply dissolve into the rain, Elias. The ledger must balance." The voice came from the other side of the frosted glass, muffled by the relentless drumming of the November storm against the office of the City Watch. It was a dry, brittle sound, like dead leaves skittering across pavement. Elias Vane did not turn. He stood with his back to the desk, his hand resting on the hilt of...
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