The Wistful Skyline
"Did you touch the glass?" The question hung in the sterile air of the briefing room, sharp and metallic, cutting through the low hum of the ventilation system that we had all long since ceased to notice, that constant white noise that served as the background score to our institutional existence, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the teeth and the bones rather than the ears, a reminder that we...
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