The Twenty-Fifth Floor
The Twenty-Fifth Floor Cassia Donovan watched her phone buzz for the third time that morning and let it die on the desk. The screen went black, and with it went the last thread of her ability to pretend this was normal. On the twenty-fifth floor of a Midtown glass tower, Manhattan stretched out behind her like a circuit board someone had dropped and forgotten to pick up. All light and edges and...
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