The Wistful Skyline
The glass was cracked, a spiderweb of white fractures radiating from the center where the rim had kissed the stone floor, and Captain Elias Thorne held it up to the dim light of the office, turning it slowly in his gloved hands as if it were a relic rather than a piece of broken china. It was a simple cup, blue and white, but the crack ran through the painted flower, severing the petal from the...
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