The Distant Legend
The elevator doors hiss shut. You are alone with the smell of stale air and the low hum of the machine. It is a sound you know by heart. It is the sound of the place holding its breath. You press the button for the forty-second floor. The number glows red, a small, angry eye in the dark. "Again," you whisper. The car rises. The glass reflects your face. It looks tired. It looks like a woman who...
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