The Wistful Skyline

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The wipers beat against the windshield with a rhythmic, mechanical thud that sounds like knuckles rapping on a table. "Elias," the voice in the radio crackle says, distorted and thin, "you are late." It is not a real voice, or perhaps it is the memory of one, but the static swallows the syllables before they can form words. Elias Thorne, forty-two, sits in the driver’s seat of a rented Ford,...

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