The Faded Alibi
Copenhagen’s inner streets hummed with the low, electric thrum of the ice-haulers, their engines straining against the new, heavy permafrost that was slowly slumping into the dark, shallow lakes below the city. The air tasted of salt and ozone, a physical fact that coated the lungs, while the lanterns along the canal hissed a steady, white noise that masked the groaning of the shifting earth....
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