The Distant Promise
The rain does not fall so much as it is extruded, a viscous, grey paste that coats the landscape in a suffocating, industrial film, slicking the asphalt of the highway with a sheen that reflects the dying, amber light of the streetlamps in distorted, trembling arcs. You are driving. You are always driving. The vehicle is a modified, armored sedan, its chassis reinforced with Kevlar-weave...
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