The Wistful Skyline
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the road and the sky. Thomas Bradshaw drove with the wipers off, letting the glass fog over, preferring the distorted, impressionistic view of the world to its sharp, unforgiving clarity. He was a man of rigid architecture, a structural engineer by trade and a soldier by habit, and he found the...
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