Parallel Silence
The apartment was a white cube in the sky, a minimalist sanctuary of polished concrete and floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over the indifferent sprawl of Manhattan. Ian lived there in a state of curated stillness. He was a financial analyst, a man who dealt in the absolute certainty of numbers, and his life was a series of optimized routines. And then there was Maya. Maya had returned...
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