The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that blurred the edges of the world against the glass of the investigation bureau. Inside, the air was stale, smelling of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had permeated the fibers of the building over decades. Margaret Holloway sat at her desk, her hands resting on a pair of gloves. They were white cotton, once pristine, now...

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