The Artificial Polaris
ACT I The billboard was nine stories tall and painted with lies. Julian Cross stood on the scaffolding at midnight, his brush moving in long steady strokes, covering the face of a smiling woman holding a package of soap with a face that was not hers at all. Under the soap woman's chin, Julian painted a sun. Not a perfect sun—not a circle drawn with compass—but a sun painted by hand, with...
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