The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, ozone-scented mist that clung to the stone of the Hollow’s courtyard, turning the world into a watercolor of grey and green. Elias Thorne, thirty-four and trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, electric weight of the ledger in his hands, stood before Lord Vane, who watched him with the benevolent patience of a man observing a beetle...

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