It was midnight in the middle of the day.
The clouds had swallowed up a blue sky and had in return spat out a pithy black husk that germinated, polluting whatever once was cheerful with a dark semblance and a musky, cloying smell
One of rot.
I turned my eyes heavenward, shocked into silence as the disease spread its way, muddying the once beautiful sky.
Everyone seemed to pause, a pause that seemed to have only been rehearsed, heard only through hushed whispers as everyone decided when to make their final move. They stopped.
Grandfather stopped.
Irina did not stop.
I did not stop.
The sleek and sensual steel of the clock tower had los