The Wistful Skyline
The cold spot in the basement archive was not a draft, though the heating system had been broken for three weeks, and it was not the natural chill of the concrete floor, which Elena had grown accustomed to during her two years of service at the Ministry of Cultural Heritage. It was a specific, localized absence of warmth that pressed against the back of her neck like a hand, accompanied by the...
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