The Golden Downtown
The sky did not fall; it dissolved. It began as a whisper in the upper atmosphere, a thinning of the air that made the lungs ache with a sudden, vacuum-like pressure. Then the clouds, usually so heavy with the promise of rain or the comfort of shade, simply ceased to be. They peeled away like dead skin from a fevered brow, revealing a void that was not black, but a terrifying, absolute white....
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