In the grey city, color is forbidden and everyone shivers in the same thin shirt. One stubborn old woman keeps red wool hidden in her house, and she is done watching the boy from the docks freeze.
Part 1 of 2 in A Red Thread
La ciudad es gris. Las casas son grises, las calles son grises y el cielo es gris. Todas las personas llevan una camisa gris.
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