The Distant Affair
The glass of the atrium had not always been so fragile. In the early days of the Whitmore Industrial Complex, when the smoke from the chimneys was thick enough to taste like copper on the tongue, the panes were thick, green-tinged, and unyielding. They stood as a barrier against the biting winter winds that swept down from the river, a barrier against the dust of the coal, and a barrier against...
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