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'Twas The Night-Fiction by Manuel Royal

I remember sunlight, but not what it feels like. I know it was warm on my face. Up at the 'Shop, the Sun edged down beneath the horizon by October, and then it was dark, and it's dark tonight and always will be dark.
Cities pass below me, broad swathes of light splayed out along the coastlines or plains. Closer, I see street grids, blocks of houses, blocks of roofs. And chimneys, the world is full of them. In the most modern cities, houses with central heating nevertheless sport chimneys.