The Wistful Skyline
The wiper blade of the cruiser sliced through the gray curtain of rain, a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat that matched the slow, heavy thud of Elias Thorne’s pulse, as he guided the vehicle down the slick asphalt of Main Street in Oakhaven, the smell of wet pine and exhaust fumes seeping through the vents to fill the cabin with the scent of the town he was about to destroy. Twenty years of...
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