The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil stitched tightly against the glass of the precinct’s upper window. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back to the room, his hands clasped behind his head, staring at the skyline. The city was a labyrinth of stone and steel, a maze that breathed in the rhythm of the sirens below. It was a place where shadows had weight and the light was...

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