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The rooftop of Fairchild Innovations was a stunning escape from the busy offices below. As the heavy metal door creaked open, it revealed a wide, windswept space bordered by sleek glass railings that framed the sprawling city of New Athens like a living masterpiece.
I led Harry up here after my quiet plea in the cafeteria, and the elevator ride was filled with a heavy silence, weighed down by unspoken words. The moment we stepped into the open air, the breeze hit me first, cool and refreshing, carrying hints of the distant harbor mixed with the sharp urban scent of exhaust and blooming rooftop gardens.
