Catch a fistful of sky

Old Friends, New Places, Part 6.

August 13, 2010
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The chime to Chris’ door played several tones, and she leaned out from her office to see who it was. The screen next to the door showed Clay standing there, dreamblade and all. “Come in!” she shouted, and then slid back into her office. The door slid open with a pneumatic hiss and then closed again. When she came out a moment later, Clay was standing at the windows to her apartment looking out over the vista of sea and sky. Birds were wheeling around a floating advert stand off in the distance, and sleek ships were cutting the water.



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