The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. (6)
The air had gotten worse; it seemed to have teeth tonight, and half the crowd wore filtration masks. (19)
He looked around the deserted dead end street. A sheet of newsprint went cart wheeling past the intersection. Freak winds in the East side; something to do with convection, and an overlap in the domes. (46)
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