Comes The Night - Isobelle Carmody
Will stepped from a white-hot dazzle of sunlight into the shadowed lane between two long, high bricks walls. The sudden coolness made him dizzy. He squatted and put his head between his knees, wondering if something had gone wrong with the weather metrics. As his eyes adjusted to the shade, he noticed dense moss growing in the cracks of the broken pavement. He touched it with his forefinger. It was soft and cool, like a green pelt.
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