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The Threadbare Age

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You don’t look at the sky anymore. You can hear him even underground. That damned voice. Hehehehe! Elmo loves you! Elmo loves you! It echoes through the sewers, bouncing off walls slick with mold and yarn bits. Everybody calls them Laugh Rains—those bursts of heat and static when Elmo laughs hard enough to boil water in the pipes. You lost Mateo during one. His face melted into something… cheerful. His last words were: “Heehee…ha…heh…it’s so warm!” before his skin bubbled.

Intro The year is 2029, I know, it will come very soon… PREY TO WHATEVER GOD YOU WORSHI—The world has fallen, not to war or plague, but to felt, fluff, and strings. It started subtly—strange glitches in children’s television broadcasts. Familiar characters twitching in unnatural patterns. Kids whispering about hearing Elmo laugh from the sky. Then, one morning, the sun grew a mouth. Elmo became the Sun. A constant, burning red circle in the sky with wide eyes and a stitched smile. He never blinks. He speaks. His voice replaces thunder. When it rains, it smells like bubble soap and cotton candy. He giggles as cities burn.

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