The Pale Shadows
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a smear of slate and charcoal. I sat in my cubicle at the Meridian Data Processing Center, the fluorescent lights humming their low, electric hymn above me. My hands were resting on the desk, fingers splayed, feeling the cold plastic of the keyboard. I had been staring at them for an...
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