The Wistful Skyline

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey, weeping sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, watching the water bead and run down the glass, a thin, erratic map of his own disintegrating mind. He was an old man, his hands mapped with the blue rivers of veins, his back slightly bowed as if under...

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