The Wistful Witness

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The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the windows of the forty-second floor like a second skin. Elena Vance stood before the glass, her breath fogging the pane, watching the city below dissolve into a smear of neon and asphalt. Inside the sterile, white-walled room, the hum of the life support system provided a constant, mechanical...

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