From: [[]] Tonight, the mists have risen from the river. The world beneath your window is a wretched grey absence. (…) You find yourself playing with a jewelled lens. You have a inexplicable desire to witness the fibres of food beneath magnification. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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