The Wistful Mirror
The rain in Seattle did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the city into a shimmering, translucent membrane where the boundary between the physical and the spectral dissolved into a gray slurry. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium of the Omni-Structural Spire, a building that had once been a temple to corporate efficiency and now served as a monument to...
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