The Wistful Skyline

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The rain was not falling so much as it was being thrown against the glass, a relentless, gray hammering that turned the world outside the checkpoint into a smear of mud and rust. "You’re bleeding, Elias," Halloway said, his voice low and rough, cutting through the static of the storm and the hum of the fluorescent lights that buzzed above the filing cabinets. I looked down at my sleeve, where a...

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