The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was always of the glass. Not the glass of windows, but the glass of the building itself, a translucent skin stretched over a steel bone. Margaret saw it from the inside, looking out at the rain that didn’t fall, only hovered, suspended in the air like static. She woke with the taste of iron on her tongue. The alarm had not yet rung. It was three in the morning in the penthouse office...

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