The Wistful Skyline

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The fluorescent lights in Marcus’s office hummed at a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in my molars. "Elias, sit down," he said, not looking up from the file on his desk. The air in the room was stale, thick with the scent of cold coffee and the damp wool of his overcoat, a smell that had clung to him for twenty years. I did not sit. I stood by the window where the November rain lashed...

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