The Wistful Skyline

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The cough came first, a wet, tearing sound that seemed to originate from the bedrock itself, and then the whisper. It was not a voice, exactly, but a pressure against the inside of your skull, a rhythmic pounding that mimicked the failing beat of your own heart. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and in the winter of 1924, you were dying in the damp dark of your cottage in Blackwood....

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