The Distant Legend

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The rain in Seattle did not fall. It hung. It was a gray curtain, a wet shroud that turned the city into a watercolor left out in the wind. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the penthouse, his fingers tracing the cold glass. Below, the streetlights bled into the puddles. Up here, the air was stale. It smelled of old money and damp wool. The building was a monument to itself. Glass and steel....

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