The Faded Frontier
The building did not stand so much as it hovered. It was a slab of glass and steel, a monolith of white concrete that pierced the grey sky of Chicago. To the naked eye, it looked like any other corporate tower on the Magnificent Mile. But to Clara, it was a cage. And she was the bird inside. Clara worked on the fourteenth floor of the Aegis Financial Group. Her title was Junior Compliance...
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