The Wistful Skyline
The rain had turned the lobby of the Meridian Insurance Exchange into a slick, reflective mirror of grey and black, a surface that Elias Thorne found difficult to look at without seeing his own distorted reflection staring back, hollow-eyed and trembling. He stood near the marble pillar, his knuckles white as he gripped the manila folder, the paper edges frayed from weeks of anxious handling,...
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