Unreal City. Chapter 549.

In the grey fog of a winter dawn, a crowd flowed over the Crescent City Connector. So many commuters, where do they go?

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, as each driver fixed his or her eyes on the taillights of the car before him or her. They flowed up and down the curve of the Crescent City Connector, which is the bridge that connects the Ea…