The Golden Downtown
The rain tapped a steady, dull rhythm against the glass of the observation deck. It was a sound that had become the background noise of Arthur’s life, a constant white noise that erased the edges of the world outside. He sat in the corner, his suit pressed and immaculate, a sharp contrast to the gray, damp air that seeped through the vents. The office was a sterile box of white light and cold...
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