The Wistful Skyline
The first letter arrived on a Tuesday, slipped under my office door with the precision of a surgical incision. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior inspector in the Ministry of Internal Security, and for the past three months I have been counting the days until my pension, a sum that would allow me to disappear into a quiet life in the countryside far from the grey corridors of this building....
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