The Pale Tower
You are sitting in the break room of the Meridian Data Solutions building, a glass-walled cage on the fourteenth floor of a tower that pierces the Chicago clouds like a needle stitching the sky to the earth. The air is sterile, recycled, and tastes faintly of ozone and old coffee. You are wearing a suit that no longer fits your shoulders, the fabric stretching thin over a body that has grown...
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