Sample V-13: The Rain of Grey
(Dirty Realism Style) It rains in this town. Not the kind of rain that cleans things, but a greasy, grey drizzle that smells of sulfur and old wet dogs. I work at the Disposal Center. My job is simple: I take the "bio-waste" from the Upper District—the failed experiments, the discarded organs, the genetic slurry—and I incinerate it. I've been doing this for twenty years. Or maybe it's been a...
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