Everything is black. The world has stopped turning. The corpses of dead birds fall from the trees. Rain gives way to hail. Yet the ground cracks. Laughter is unheard of. Air tastes heavy of sulpher. Dogs howl. Cats claw at the eyes of the children. Nothing to celebrate. Summer in Manchester.

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