The Wistful Skyline

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The brass button of the service medal sat in the palm of Elias Thorne’s right hand, a dead weight against the mangled knuckles. It was cold, colder than the iron bench he sat on, and the metal bit into the skin where the flesh had grown over the bone. He stared at it, the way a man stares at a fuse before it sparks, waiting for the inevitable heat. The office of the Oakhaven Civil Service was a...

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