Must be a group member before inviting friends
A group of factionless has already gathered outside, in the middle of Michigan Avenue. A layer of pale clouds covers the sun, making the daylight hazy and dull. I hear someone shout, “Death to the factions!” and others pick up the phrase, turning it into a chant, until it fills my ears,
The song I was listening to when I wrote this scene was “Empty Gold” by Halsey.
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