The Golden Mirror
The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, blurring the world below into a smear of grey concrete and sodium-vapor light, and I stood there, my uniform damp with a cold that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the hollow, echoing silence of my own lungs, watching the figure below move with a grace that felt like a personal insult to my...
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