Visionary Mode

At night the street is dead quiet. In the morning I am woken by the ‘Urban Guard’. Their van crawls up the street. On its roof loudspeakers issue a warning to stay indoors. I am awake through the transition. My fever is reaching its peak. I can feel sweat appearing on my skin like a poisoned dew. My mind jumps between the crimes. I trace the route of th…

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