The Wistful Skyline
The ink had dried on the parchment, a dark, arterial stain against the cream-colored paper, binding the name of the condemned to the fate of the state. Julian Vane sat in the high-backed chair of the Ministry of Internal Order, the leather creaking under the weight of his hesitation. Outside the tall, leaded windows, the city of London sprawled in a haze of coal smoke and grey rain, a sprawling...
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