The Phase Transition
It had been building for forty-three years, and Arthur Pendelton could feel the pressure climbing in his chest like a boiler gauge needle inching past the red line. He stood at the window of his office on the forty-second floor of the building on Fifth Avenue, looking down at the city that his money had helped build and his money was now slowly consuming. Below him, the horses moved along...
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