The Golden Crossing
The glass facade of the Meridian Financial Tower did not merely reflect the city; it consumed it, holding the gray November sky and the hurried shadows of pedestrians in a suspended, brittle equilibrium. I stood at the base of the building, my breath misting in the cold air, watching a single pane on the forty-second floor crack with a sound like a whispered secret. It was a hairline fracture,...
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