"I step out into the pallid afternoon light. Ashen clouds spread out above me, masking the sun in rippled sheets of grey. The sky is in one of its moods, brooding now but soon to be weeping. The greys of the buildings and the streets seem to run, making the city look like one big piece, as if unbroken. The neighborhood is quiet this early in the day, but the sounds of midtown are washing over from across the river in a steady purr. I read somewhere that cats purr at a frequency that helps to heal their bones. I wonder at what frequency this city purrs . . ."

from Calliope, Suspended, a novella by Nicholas Otte

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