The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. I stood at the window of my office, a glass box perched on the forty-second floor of the Department of Anomalous Regulation. The city below was a smear of gray and neon, blurred by the mist that clung to the spires like a burial shroud. I watched a man struggle with an umbrella that refused to open, its ribs snapping back with a sound like breaking bones. He...

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