The Distant Metropolis
The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the windows of the forty-second floor of the Sterling & Vane corporate headquarters, turning the city below into a blurred watercolor of gray and indistinct neon. Margaret Holloway stood by the glass, her reflection ghosting over the skyline, a translucent woman who felt less like a person and...
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