The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it was driven horizontally into the wet stone of the St. Jude’s Institute courtyard, a cold, grey mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the joints of his fingers, which were white-knuckled around the spine of the water-stained ledger. He stood in the center of the flagstones, forty-two years old and trembling not from the chill but...

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