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Rodin had always welcomed the rain. It washed the streets, and there was refreshment in the moisture dripping down his face. But most of all, rain cast a shroud over the districts, and it was easy to believe that Rodin’s whole world was a few steps wide, all that he could see. Anything beyond could be pushed aside, be that the depressing nature of the streets he walked, the desperate individuals who hung back in the shadows of doorways, or the ever-present arc of the Dome above the buildings.
At least, he used to be able to push the Dome from his mind. But no longer. As he strode into the gloom he knew it lay ahead, just the other side of Red.
Genna had suggested he travel via Dephloren’s district, possibly liaise with Miolar. But that would mean too much talking. Better to wal
