The Golden Maze
The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended curtain over the city. Elias saw it first. He was walking. His shoes were wet. The water was cold. It soaked his socks. He pulled them up. He kept walking. The city was quiet. Too quiet. The cars were stopped. The lights were dim. People stood on the sidewalks. They did not move. They looked at the sky. Elias looked at the sky. The rain was not...
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