The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet wool and old rust. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his kitchen, the heavy wool of his sheriff’s uniform draped over his shoulders, and watched his father sit at the table. Arthur Thorne’s eyes were fixed on the wall where the clock should have been, but the space was empty save for a jagged hole in the...

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