The Wistful Skyline

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The heavy oak cover of the ledger sat in Elias Thorne’s hands, its leather worn smooth by forty years of thumbs, smelling faintly of damp earth and the iron tang of old blood. He stood in the parlor of his house on Mill Street, the air thick with the scent of lilies and the slower, sweeter rot of his wife’s final days, while outside the window the November sky hung low and grey over the...

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