The Wistful Skyline
The glass was cold against my palm, a smooth, unyielding circle that held the entire, distorted office of the Behavioral Integrity Division in its center. I had come to say goodbye, though the word felt too soft, too domestic, for the severance of my career and my self. Margaret stood across the steel desk, her face a mask of professional concern that did not reach her eyes, which were hard and...
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