The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones, a cold that was less a temperature and more a state of being. He stood on the edge of the waterfront, the concrete slick beneath his shoes, watching the ferries cut through the fog with the slow, deliberate grace of whales...

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