"I like the sun," Ariadne said with a smile, tilting her face up toward the sky as they walked, squinting hard at the reflections of the sun on the thousands of planes of glass above them. "I know it's too much. I know the humidity makes everything disgusting. I know the heat makes that cooked-urine city smell just the worst, but all of it combines in a way that is unique to this place. You can't confuse it with any other place in the world and I'm grateful for that. It helps with the suffering." She left a small beat. "Though honestly having a sun god for a grandfather plays its part."
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