The Wistful Skyline
The heavy, woolen cloak of the Magistrate, a garment so thick and dark it seemed to possess its own gravitational pull, sat draped over the back of the oak chair in the center of the high-ceilinged interrogation room, a silent, breathing beast of brown and black velvet that had once, in the minds of the public, been a symbol of absolute, unshakeable order, but which now, in the eyes of Elias...
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