Thor is wearing the seven league boots tonight and dragging galleons by their chains over rooftops against a carbon sky. I can smell soot, hear sudden sheet metal crashes and see blasting shards of white light from behind the nearby buildings.
I've got the window open and can smell and taste the rain as it smacks the glass roof several stories below me.
I'm not sure if the gods are angry or if it's just April.
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