The Wistful Skyline
The coat hung on the back of the chair, a dark, heavy thing that seemed to absorb the light of the small, sterile office. It was a tailored wool garment, charcoal grey, with a lining of burnt orange silk that had begun to fray at the cuffs. To anyone else, it was merely a piece of clothing, a practical necessity against the biting New York winter. But to Elias, it was the only thing that...
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