Ваша оценка<p><i>Сетевая публикация</i></p><p>The town is called Driftwood, though there isn’t an ocean for three hundred miles.
But they have one hell of a storm.
It’s the edge of the map, the end of the end, and also the very beginning. From far enough away, it’s just a smudge on the horizon. From the streets of Driftwood, it’s a wall of swirling cloud that reaches halfway up the sky.
It’s not beautiful. It’s just a billowing wall of dusty, pale brown. But if you get closer—if you leave the town, if you...
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