The Wistful Skyline
The train shuddered to a halt in the grey throat of Oakhaven, and Dr. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man whose heart had begun to fail. He was forty years old, a structural engineer by trade and a scholar by inclination, yet here he stood in a town that smelled of wet coal and rotting grain, clutching a leather satchel that contained his last...
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