A thick smog cloud surrounded the town. High conic rooftops tried to rise above the smoke to take a breath. Uneven grey bricks and warped wood bulged from the sides of buildings, pushing themselves outwards as though they were trying to tear the rest of their buildings down. They were houses standing against themselves. Houses from different ages, all with different views of the same world, different views of the same people. ~Burning Bridges Part 1: Morose Memories
Lowell sucked in air through clenched teeth, grabbing the trigger tightly. Light glowed from the barrel, blasting out in a powerful beam.
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