The Wistful Dinner
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the glass of the high-rise office windows, blurring the city below into a smear of gray and amber until the distinction between the architecture and the sky dissolved entirely. Julian Vance sat in his chair, a model of ergonomic precision, his spine curved in a way that suggested the structural integrity of his own...
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