The Wistful Skyline
The brass buckle of your belt hangs in your palm, cold and heavy, a small dead weight that used to hold up your trousers and now holds up the only thing left of your career. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a senior inspector in the Royal Constabulary, and you have spent the last decade polishing this metal until it shone like a promise, waiting for the promotion that would finally grant you...
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