The Distant Joke
The glass tower hummed. It was a low, electric thrum that lived in the floorboards and traveled up through the soles of Claire’s shoes, settling in her teeth. It was the sound of the city breathing, a collective exhalation of ambition and anxiety that never quite stopped. Claire stood at the window of her office on the forty-second floor, watching the rain slick the streets below into a mirror...
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