The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-20 12:36:25 -

The coffee in the mug was black, scalding, and smelled of burnt earth, a scent that clung to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat like a second skin. He sat alone in the small, windowless interrogation room, the fluorescent light above humming a low, sickening note that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. The room was a box of gray concrete and bad air, a place where men went to be broken...

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