The Faded Portrait
Did you hear the humming? Teodoro Valenzuela pressed his palm against the cold steel of the Aether Spire’s foundation, the metal slick with condensation that felt like sweat. He was thirty-four, a structural engineer with a payday loan rolled over five times, and the deadline for the Spire’s completion was Friday, the day his lease on the video store expired. The city outside the server room...
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