The Wistful Witness

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The steam from the turbine room rose in visible plumes against the gray winter sky, a ghostly exhalation that marked the border between the industrial heart of the city and the cold, indifferent air. I stood at the edge of the platform, my fingers gripping the iron railing until the metal bit into my flesh, a sharp, grounding pain that kept me tethered to the physical world. The Great Meridian...

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