The Wistful Skyline

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The rain hits the window with a rhythmic, metallic slap that you have learned to ignore, a sound that used to mean sleep but now means only the steady erosion of your composure. You are standing in the center of the briefing room, a sterile box of fluorescent light and stale coffee, facing the row of chairs where your superiors sit in their tailored silence. The room is a monument to...

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