The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered, a grey suspension of mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the crevices of the stone. I stood at the edge of the town square, my coat heavy with damp, watching the water drip from the eaves of the clock tower. My name was Elias, and I had been a detective for twelve years, a long enough time to learn that the world was a series of locked...

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