Shadows Of My Past.
The long night.
It’s not your problem to solve — the words flashed in my mind as I pressed twenty-three on the elevator panel. A faint thrum filled the spacious lift. I stepped back, looking above the elevator door. 1, 2, 3 — the red digits whizzed past one another.
It was one of those modern elevators that cover fifty floors in ten seconds. I always feel disoriented standing in one of these…