The Pale Garden
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, viscous curtain that blurred the boundary between the sky and the wet asphalt of the city, turning the world into a smear of gray and black. Inside the cramped, subterranean office of the municipal water authority, Elias Thorne sat before a monitor that hummed with a low, electric drone, the blue light of the screen cutting a pale, sterile...
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