The Wistful Skyline

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The paper was thin, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of the vinegar used in the forge where it had been pressed. Elias Thorne held the deed in his left hand, his knuckles white against the parchment, while his right hand trembled around the silver pen. The rain in the courtyard had stopped, leaving the flagstones slick and dark, reflecting the grey sky above. Mr. Vane stood by the gate, his...

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