The Wistful Skyline
The hall smelled of stale gin, roasted chestnuts, and the metallic tang of impending violence. It was the annual gala for the Department of Municipal Sanitation, a sprawling industrial cathedral of brick and iron located in the heart of the city’s old port district. Outside, the November rain hammered against the high, grimy windows, blurring the silhouette of the great water tower that loomed...
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