The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in the courtyard of Thorne Manor was not weather; it was a weight. Elias Thorne stood under the eaves of the west wing, counting the seconds between the dripping of the gutters and the thud of the deed being signed. One, two, three. The pen felt heavy in his hand, a lead weight that threatened to snap the bone in his wrist. He was thirty-four years old, a structural engineer by trade...

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