The Loop of the Golden Hour
Arthur woke up to the sound of a toaster popping. 7:00 AM. The sun was hitting the skyscrapers of Midtown Manhattan in a perfect, honey-colored glow. He brushed his teeth, drank a lukewarm coffee, and stepped out into the street. At 8:15 AM, the sky turned a violent shade of magenta. A single, crystalline spire descended from the clouds, touched the center of Times Square, and the world...
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