The Wistful Cipher
The rain against the glass of the observation deck was a rhythmic, technical failure of the seal, a sound you learned to ignore but could not truly silence. You sat in the chair that had been reserved for you, the leather worn thin by the hands of those who came before, and you watched the city below blur into a watercolor of grey and steel. The air conditioning hummed, a low-frequency...
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