The Wistful Skyline
The train cut through the gray morning like a blade through fog, carrying Elias Vane from the coastal city of Providence to the sterile, humming fortress of the Apex Security Institute in Boston. He was a man carved from the old wood of discipline, a former tactical leader whose body still remembered the geometry of combat even as his joints complained of the damp. At fifty-eight, Elias was a...
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