The Wistful Skyline
The radiator in my walk-up apartment knocked a steady, iron rhythm against the cold, a sound that had become so familiar I could set my watch by it, though I had long since stopped keeping time with anything that wasn’t the highway. I woke to the noise of the eastern wall collapsing, a catastrophic failure of concrete and rebar that shook the floorboards beneath my bare feet, shattering the...
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