The Wistful Skyline

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the highway into a slick ribbon of black glass, and Eleanor Vance sat in the passenger seat of a sedan that smelled of stale coffee and damp wool, watching the wipers beat a frantic, rhythmic counterpoint to the drumming on the roof, while her husband, Arthur, drove with his eyes fixed on the mist-shrouded road...

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