The Wistful Skyline
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, electric note that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of Elias Thorne, a junior archivist whose ambition was as brittle and dry as the specimens he cataloged. He stood before the mahogany desk of Mr. Alistair Vane, the Senior Curator, watching the older man’s fingers drum against the polished wood, a rhythmic tapping that felt less like impatience and more like...
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