At dusk the tower turns into a spreadsheet of dark cells. Then, near the top, one window glows — someone home, someone awake — and the whole anonymous slab suddenly has an address.
Three Hundred Windows, One Light On
At dusk the tower turns into a spreadsheet of dark cells. Then, near the top, one window glows — someone home, someone awake — and the whole anonymous slab suddenly has an address.
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