The Wistful Skyline

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The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Orphanage smelled of boiled cabbage and stale varnish, a scent that had seeped into the very pores of the oak paneling over the last forty years. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his hands resting on the polished wood, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles turned white. He was a man who had built an empire on the sale of timepieces,...

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