The Wistful Skyline
The file on the Whispering District was a thick, beige rectangle that smelled of stale coffee and impending dismissal, and Elias Thorne sat in his cubicle at the Meridian Insurance Bureau, staring at it with the hollow, bright-eyed fervor of a man who has mistaken a trap for a ladder. He was thirty-four, a senior investigator with a reputation for closing cases that other men walked away from,...
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