A man the size of a house sits himself down in the middle of a field. To the east, soot blackens the sky: a city, fresh to industry, stinking of innovation. He watches dully as clouds of smoke reach towards him, like a funereal shroud seeking a corpse.
A bright spark leaps from the grass, flitting from dandelion to brush to weed, then settling upon his knee. At the center of the spark, ... [click here for more] |
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