The city was not a city in the old sense. No cars, just the fossil evidence of them, the shells in drifts along the ring highway, so packed with snow and time that the only recognizable parts were once-yellow headlights and swept, aerodynamic mirrors. The towers were real, though, glassy and stunted by blackout rust, flanked by girders and cored with steel. The light at their summits was more than rumor—Elena saw it flickering against the dawn, refracted through a broken lens of morning ice, as if the air was learning to be warm again.They approached in stages, like time travelers: first the exurbs, where the subdivisions had gone under a decade ago, and then the dead mall, so picked over only the anchor stores remained—great blocks that looked, in this light, almost holy. Here, graffiti covered every inch of wall. Damon stopped to read at intervals, translating the runes of the survivors’ code—a language of ciphers, skulls, a persistent spiral.Donovan ignored the walls. He watched
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