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Asher was about to abandon his quest to write down the history of Cloudbank when one day his terminal lit up with a message. Apparently, a friend was able to arrange a meeting with an actual administrator.
It was late, the city glowed with yellows and blues, when Asher made it to the administrator’s abode. The door opened and he could see a sturdy older man, his hair going grey.
“I’m here for the interview.”
“About the city? Please, come in.”
Asher complied and, when the administrator turned, their eyes met and they both smiled. He found the right person.