The Wistful Show
The rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Sterling Group headquarters does not sound like water; it sounds like static, a low-fidelity hiss that erases the world outside and leaves only the sterile, humming air of the forty-second floor. You are standing by the glass, your reflection a ghostly smear of navy blazer and pale skin, and you are watching the city dissolve into a gray...
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