The Wistful Skyline

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The banquet hall of the Obsidian Institute did not smell of roasted meats or vintage wine, but of ozone, heated copper, and the faint, metallic tang of impending dissolution, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent cough. Elias Thorne sat at the far end of the mahogany table, his posture rigid, his hands folded over the leather-bound case that rested in his lap, the case...

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