The Golden Mirror
The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that turned the streetlights into weeping eyes, blurring the sharp edges of the modernist concrete towers that dominated the skyline of Newhaven, a metropolis that existed in a temporal limbo where the hum of electric vehicles mingled with the distant, ghostly chime of bells that no longer had a tower to ring from....
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