The Golden Circuit
The rain did not fall so much as it was forced against the windowpane, a persistent, grey smear that blurred the view of the parking lot and the distant, skeletal trees of the corporate campus, and Margot stood in the center of the open-plan office, her hands trembling not from the cold, which was a dry, sterile chill that radiated from the air conditioning units, but from the sheer, crushing...
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