The Golden Downtown
The rain does not fall so much as it settles, a gray, suspended mist that clings to the glass of the fourth-floor office window. You watch it smear the lights of the city below, blurring the sharp edges of the skyscrapers into soft, bruised smudges of neon and sodium. Inside, the air is stale, recycled through vents that hum with a low, mechanical drone, a sound that has become part of your own...
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