For twenty years, a committee has written the city's official mood and stitched it into every citizen's clothes. Tomorrow at dawn, ten thousand uniforms stop reading the script.
Part 2 of 2 in The Honest Thread
Alfonso apartó la prenda gris verdoso con dos dedos, como quien toca una herida ajena. «No vi nada, subsecretaria. Nunca he visto un color en mi vida».
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