The Wistful Skyline
"You look like a man who has already lost the war, yet you still hold the map." The voice was soft, almost apologetic, coming from the shadows of the alleyway behind the abandoned textile mill, but the words landed on Marcus Thorne’s chest with the weight of a dropped anvil, forcing him to straighten his spine despite the gnawing hollow in his stomach, despite the rain that had turned the city...
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