The Wistful Skyline

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The car smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that clung to the upholstery like a stubborn ghost. Elias drove with his hands steady on the wheel, his knuckles white, while the rain lashed against the windshield in sheets that blurred the world into a smear of gray and black. He was a man who lived in the margins of sentences, a historian of architecture who had spent thirty years...

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