Ever since the airborne toxic event, the sunsets had become almost unbearably beautiful. Not that there was a measurable connection. If the special character of Nyodene Derivative (added to the everyday drift of effluents, pollutants, contaminants and deliriants) had caused this aesthetic leap from already brilliant sunsets to broad towering ruddled visionary skyscapes, tinged with dread, no one had been able to prove it. “What else can we believe?” Babette said. “How else can we explain?” “I don’t know.” “We’re not at the edge of the ocean or desert. We ought to have timid winter sunsets. But
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