THE TIME BETWEEN SECONDS
The rain in London does not wash things clean. It only makes the ruins slicker, turns the flooded streets into mirrors of the drowned skyline above. I stood on what used to be Oxford Street and watched the water lap at the third floor of a collapsed department store, the neon signs of the submerged shops flickering through the toxic fog that rolled off the Thames like the breath of something...
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