Elemental Children

In the very early morning, where the sun was just beginning to light up the sky, the fog hung low and heavy over the Golden Gate bridge. The daily flow of traffic started to trickle across it, and in the pedways there walked a singular man, before the floods of tourist would clog everyday life.

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He tried to find inspiration in the fog, in the parts of the bay where the black craggy bits of land opened, a gate to the Pacific ocean. As he stared, a gust of wind stole his hat away, up into the rafters of the bridge. He swiveled and followed the hat with his eyes as it pirouetted up and up, far out of his reach, but then it stopped, seemed to be caught by something high up above him.

The fog cleared for an instant, around the figure of a woman standing up there, just standing on the first arch on the bridge's tall supports, quickly obscured by the fog. She crouched down and donned the hat.

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Aspiring journalist Harvey Cox finds some work in the obituaries section of the San Francisco Chronicle. After an encounter with a mysterious woman on the bridge, he finds himself caught up in a war bigger than himself - that of the elements and the people they created.