The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a fine, gray mist that clung to the skin like a second, heavier self. I stood on the precipice of the glass floor, my feet bare against the cold, transparent surface, looking down into the abyss that was supposed to be the city. But there was no city. There was only a vast, breathing expanse of white fog that swirled and churned beneath me,...

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