Dust on the Desk
The snow was gray. That was the first thing Jack noticed when he pulled up to the apartment building on West 25th Street. Not white. Not even the dirty white of a city that had been plowed and salted a hundred times. Gray. The kind of gray that came from decades of coal smoke and industrial exhaust settling into every surface until the sky itself looked like it had been washed in someone else's...
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