The Wistful Petal
The glass tower of the Meridian Institute for Advanced Theoretical Economics did not so much stand on the hill as it hovered, a monolithic shard of blue-reflective glass suspended in the perpetual gray mist of Seattle, its spire piercing the low clouds like a needle threading a needle that had no thread to follow, and I stood before its lobby doors with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of...
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