The Wistful Skyline

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The glass sphere sat on the dashboard of the sedan, a perfect, unblemished eye that did not blink. Elias Thorne drove with his hands locked at ten and two, his knuckles white, the leather of the wheel creaking under the strain of a grip that refused to loosen. It was a quiet morning, the kind where the fog clings to the asphalt like a wet wool blanket, muffling the world into a grey, indistinct...

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