The Wistful Skyline
The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven not as water, but as a gray, silent dust that settled into the cracks of the ancient pavement. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, his fingers tracing the condensation that had formed on the cold glass. He was a man who had spent thirty years hunting shadows, a detective in a town that no longer existed on any modern map, yet which...
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