The Wistful Skyline

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The rain on the cobblestones of the market square did not fall so much as it suspended, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of coats and the iron of cart handles. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the stall, his hands resting on the rim of a wooden crate that contained nothing but empty space and the lingering scent of pine. He was a man built for the rigors of the road, his shoulders...

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