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The Flicker

Victoria, riddled with muck and smog, still looks pure in the midst of a downpour. Octavian enjoyed the rain, the beautiful sheen created from light and rainfall was always beautiful to him. The constant sounds of rainfall splashing against the cold shingles protected him while he maneuvered across each shingled rooftop. He watched both his feet and in front of him to ensure stability, and he approached the edge of the roof. Descending the side, his toes kicked up drops of water that ran down the side in waves. Continue reading