The Wistful Skyline
The glass of the observation deck did not merely reflect the city; it held it, a suspended animation of light and steel that Marcus Thorne had spent three decades mastering, until the moment the shattering began not with a sound but with a silence so profound it seemed to suck the air from his lungs. He stood at the center of the penthouse, a man carved from the same rigid materials as the...
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