Little Dragon
Nothing seemed dark or sinister about the place. It was the type of day that so hoped to be sunny but somehow wasn't. The building was towering, at least twenty metres high. At the top was a glass dome. The rest was faded greenish in colour. I was a normal kind of nuclear reacter. Fukushima, Hokishima was a normal kind of place really.





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