I was given this by a strange man who was wearing a monocle carrying a beaten-up, old suitcase. It is not my literature. [Disclaimer.]
The King of Cities slept soundly between sky and scraper scared of nothing bar the starlight. Tired, he exhaled a bloom of dull orange halogens that rose upwards concealing only the most bright of stars.
Now he was the greater and only he could be seen.
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