The Echoes of the Rain
(V-04: Neon Noir Despair) The rain in the City of Glass never stopped. It was a thick, oily drizzle that tasted of copper and old regrets, washing the neon glare of the skyscrapers into the gutters. It had been five years since the "Great Erasure," the day the adults vanished and left the world to the children. Jax, sixteen and wearing a trench coat two sizes too big, leaned against a rusted...
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