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He might spend the rest of his life in the neon dark, but tonight, as he closed his eyes, Elias smelled rain on wet grass for the very first time.

Elias looked at his cramped, flickering apartment. Then, he looked at the drive. cul37384I

There was green grass—actual, non-synthetic grass—and a golden retriever chasing a red ball. A young girl laughed, the sound bright and uncompressed. In a world of steel and smog, the sensory overload of sunlight made Elias’s eyes water. He might spend the rest of his life