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What fell in platelets from the sooty sky was ash. A myriad flakes, ranging from specks to clumps, drifting down through a granular haze that suggested black light. Soon after the ash fell, rain followed. Dirty rain that was too warm and swilled dark rivulets across the salt-bleached pavement.
All the Fiends of Hell
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