The Architect of Desire (V-12)
New York City is a vertical hierarchy, a concrete mountain where the air gets thinner and the hearts get colder the higher you climb. I lived at the bottom, in a studio apartment that smelled of linseed oil and old sawdust. I was a jeweler, though I preferred the term "architect of desire." I didn't just make rings; I created objects that captured a specific, unattainable longing. I was a ghost...
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