The Wistful Skyline

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The bus did not stop for the rain, and neither did the city, which moved through the gray afternoon with a relentless, mechanical indifference that seemed to grind the very air down to a fine, powdery dust. Arthur sat in the back corner, his knees pressed against the cold vinyl, watching the blur of neon and wet asphalt slide past the window like a memory he was trying to keep from dissolving....

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