The Wistful Skyline

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The house did not collapse so much as it exhaled. It was a long, shuddering breath that lasted for three seconds, during which the plaster ceilings of the Ashworth manor groaned and split like dry skin. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the library, a glass of sherry suspended halfway to his lips, watching the dust sift down from the high rafters in a golden, suspended mist. The air tasted of...

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