The Wistful Skyline
The fern unfurled in the center of the glass atrium, a slow, helical unfurling of fronds that seemed to breathe with a rhythm distinct from the humming of the HVAC system. Julian stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office on the forty-second floor of the Meridian Capital building, watching the rain streak the glass in long, silver tears that blurred the city below into a watercolor...
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