The Wistful Skyline

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The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors that reflected the gaslight in trembling, fractured halos. Major Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of the roof of the Grand Meridian Hotel, a place of marble and dust, of high ceilings and low whispers, and he watched the city breathe below. It was a breathing that felt less like life...

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