Atlas Abdicated: Chapter 1 Continued
Eddie Willers straightened his shoulders in conscientious self-discipline. He was imagining things. He had to stop this. He was thirty-two year old. Had he always felt this? He tried to think back. No, not always. But he could place a finger on when it began. It came to him suddenly. Randomly. But now more than ever before. It’s the twilight. I hate it.
A fading masterpiece. An old oil painting. The clouds and the shadows of skyscrapers were turning brown. Grime ran down from under the crowns of the soot coated walls. A lightning shaped crack ten stories high marred a nearby tower. Half a spire jaggedly cut the sky above the rooftops, still holding the glow of the sunset even though half the gold leafing had long since peeled off. The glow was red and still, the reflection of a fire. Not an active fire. The fire was dying and it was too late to stop it.