The Wistful Skyline

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The steam from the boiler room rose in thick, opaque coils that smelled of sulfur and wet iron, a scent that had long since become the olfactory signature of Arthur Pendelton’s existence, seeping into the weave of his tweed jacket and settling deep within the furrows of his face, while outside the reinforced steel doors of the subterranean engine room, the city of Chicago roared with a...

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