The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Thomas Bradshaw’s cloak and seeped into the bones of the stone walls that lined the narrow, muddy lane of Oakhaven. He walked with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man who had spent more years walking in armor than in comfort, his boots striking the wet cobblestones with a dull, repetitive thud that...

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