The Wistful Skyline
The nib of Elias Thorne’s fountain pen scratched against the heavy bond paper, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of his wrist as he signed the final line of his resignation letter. He had served the Meridian Insurance Exchange for twenty years, a span of time that had worn the varnish off his desk and polished the brass of his nameplate until it gleamed with a cold, impersonal light....
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