The Wistful Skyline

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The ink-bloom did not smell of iron or rot, but of the damp, heavy wool of the Bureau’s winter coats, a scent that had seeped into Nadia Rustom’s pores over three years of service and now clung to her like a second skin as she stood in the wire room of the brokerage, watching the tide clock tick a time no one reset. She remembered the morning the promotion was supposed to be hers, the weight of...

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