The Scent Of Forgotten Rain

, of stories long buried in the soil. People once danced in the streets when the first storms came after summer, lifting their faces to the sky like sun

eless ribbons of stone. And people-well, people forgot they were ever wet. Forgotten were the words for "monso

es had never known the scent of moss or the shimmer of dew. The government, known only as The Bureau, outlawed any mentio

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