Title: The Rain-Slicked Equation
The city of Ouroboros was a machine that forgot how to stop. Massive brass gears, some the size of cathedrals, turned slowly in the smog-choked sky, grinding the day into a grey, metallic slurry. It rained every hour—a thick, oily precipitation that smelled of sulfur and old copper. Leo lived in the "Sump," the lowest level of the city, where the runoff from the upper districts pooled into...
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