The Glass Echo (V-06)
The city of New York in 1954 was a grid of grey flannel suits and synchronized watches, a masterpiece of predictable motion. I sat in the observation deck of the Zenith Building, watching the thousands of commuters below move in perfect, geometric unison. They looked like ants in a glass farm, and I was the one holding the magnifying glass. I had won. After three years of a brutal, invisible...
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