The Gray Rhythm
The city of Oakhaven was a place of perpetual drizzle and industrial smog. Everything was a shade of gray: the buildings, the sky, and the souls of the people who lived there. In a walk-up apartment above a laundromat lived Maya. Maya was a "Mimic," an entity from a dimension of pure adaptation. She had spent the last decade trying to "fit in" as a human woman. She had mastered the art of the...
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