The Wistful Skyline
The rearview mirror shattered not with a sound like glass, but with a dull, sickening crack that seemed to come from the bones of the car itself as Elias Thorne pulled into the gravel drive of the family estate in suburban Chicago. He sat there for a moment, his hands still resting loosely on the steering wheel of his father’s old sedan, watching the jagged shards hang suspended in the frame,...
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