The Wistful Mirror

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The tower stood against the gray sky. It was a monolith of glass and steel. A vertical scar in the city. I stood in the lobby. The air was cold. It tasted of ozone and dust. I was a captain. I wore the uniform. It fit tight across my shoulders. My badge caught the light. I was alone. The building hummed. It was a low sound. A vibration in the floor. I felt it in my teeth. This was the Spire. It...

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