The Wistful Skyline
The letter from the solicitors lay on the scarred oak desk, its edges softening from the damp air of the office, detailing the final liquidation of the Thorne estate. Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old and possessed of a back that ached with a dull, persistent throb, read the figures twice before he signed his name in the bottom right corner, the ink blotting slightly where his hand trembled....
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