The Golden Downtown
The rain was not falling so much as it was being expelled from the sky by a violent, shuddering convulsion, a metallic scream that tore through the air of the city below, where the streets had turned into rivers of neon and sludge, reflecting a reality that had long since broken its covenant with the natural order. Elias Vane stood on the precipice of the Overlook, his boots sinking into the...
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