The Pale Path
The rain does not fall so much as it materializes, a dense, gray particulate that coats the tactical glass of the observation deck in a film of static, turning the sprawling metropolis below into a smear of neon and shadow, while I stand with my back against the cold steel railing, my fingers tracing the microscopic scratches on the surface, feeling the vibration of the city’s pulse through the...
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