He used his briefcase to shield his eyes from the morning sun and watched as pieces of things fell, debris. No. No, bodies. Jumpers. One, then a few moments later another: a woman whose skirt had blown off, two others holding hands, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. Each eternal descent was followed by a rat-a-tat crash, the sound of matter meeting the earth, followed by screams at street level, then stifled sobs.
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