Being in the presence

He looked at the time. A smidge past midnight. The night was young, and there were many more hours to go before the train back home departed

Not being one to sit still and await what’s coming, he decided to explore the city streets. They were strangely empty at night, despite there being a literal city full of people surrounding them. Meandering, he finally arrived hours later at the seat of government, a place as devoid of people as everywhere else. Looking at it, he concluded that this space had a power of its own, projected by sheer force of architecture

Tired, he sat down to contemplate this state of things. There were still a few more hours to go

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