The Wistful Skyline

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The glass vial was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, the black heron preserved within it a static, silent accusation. He held it up to the gray light of the office window, watching the bird’s eye, a bead of obsidian, reflect the skyline of London. It had been there for forty years, on his father’s desk, and now it sat on his own, a relic of a debt that had not been paid in blood, but in...

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