The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a heavy, wet weight that pressed against the stained-glass windows of the High Council Chamber, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and indigo. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the marble floor, his tactical vest damp with condensation, the Kevlar fibers itching against his skin as he adjusted the grip on his sidearm. He was not...

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