To Be Seen Amongst the Unseeing Millions

Ryan hesitated a moment as he felt the cold metal of the knob press against his palm.  Beyond the glass door he watched the sky—a perfect, dull, uniform grey—and wondered if he should go back downstairs for a jacket.  No, he needed to feel this.  He needed to feel something.  Bracing against the wind that awaited, he opened the door and stepped out of the cupola into the brisk afternoon.

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