The wind hit them both. With it came thousands of scents carried on by the wind. Rain was falling from the heavens, with every droplet reflecting the surrounding cityscape.
“Tears from the heavens,” Clara mused.
Evelyn elbowed Clara in the ribs and pouted.
“I’m the artiste, ma chère,” Evelyn said.
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