The Wistful Skyline
The rain hammers the roof of the Ford Econoline, a rhythmic, metallic percussion that drowms out the hum of the idling engine, and you sit in the driver’s seat, your hands resting on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, staring at the horizon where the Nevada badlands dissolve into a bruised and swollen sky. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a forensic cartographer whose life has been...
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