The Distant Legend
You are sitting in the high-rise office of the Department of Urban Ecology, the glass floor beneath you offering a dizzying, translucent view of the rain-slicked streets of Chicago, where the city breathes in gray mist and exhaust. It is late November, the kind of cold that settles into the bones and stays there, a silent, persistent ache that mirrors the weight of the dossier stacked on your...
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