The Wistful Skyline

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the tin roof of the supply depot, a sound that seemed to seep into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat on an overturned crate, his hands wrapped around a mug of lukewarm tea that had gone bitter in the pot. Outside, the grey expanse of the moor stretched out, featureless and cold, swallowing the world...

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