The Wistful Skyline
The envelope on your desk is thick, the kind of heavy, cream-colored stock that usually precedes a severance or a lawsuit, and you have been staring at it for forty-five minutes while the rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling glass of your forty-second-floor office. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a structural engineer who has spent the last six years ensuring that the Meridian...
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