The Wistful Skyline

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The wind in the valley did not howl; it scraped, a dry, persistent friction against the limestone facade of Thorne House that sounded remarkably like a nail being dragged across slate. Elias Thorne, a master mason of forty years with hands that had shaped the spires of half the county, stood before the crumbling eastern wing, his back aching with a dull, rhythmic throb that matched the pulse of...

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