The Wistful Skyline

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You have no proof, Constable. The words hung in the stale air of the Magistrate’s study, thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper. I stood before the mahogany desk, my hands clasped behind my back to keep them from trembling, staring at the man who owned half the town’s debt and the other half’s silence. Magistrate Vane did not look up from his ledger. He turned a page, the sound dry as a...

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