The Dance of the Junkheap
(V-07: Dirty Realism) The sky over the industrial zone was the color of a bruised plum. Rain fell in a greasy drizzle, mixing with the soot to create a gray sludge that coated everything. Arthur lived in a lean-to made of corrugated iron and blue plastic tarps, situated at the edge of the city's largest landfill. He was a scavenger, a man who spent his days digging through the discarded...
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