The Wistful Skyline
The release papers lay on the desk of Director Vane, a crisp white rectangle in the center of the mahogany, waiting for a signature that would not come. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar, dull ache in his shoulders that twenty years of assay work had etched into his bones. He was forty years old, a senior assayer for the Blackwood Mining...
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