The sign on the side of the road announced – with half-hearted, paint-peeling enthusiasm – that the town was named Radiance. Finlay drove through slowly, hoping to catch a glimpse of its glowing beauty. Its buildings were drab grey and yellowing white, its grass browning and turning to dust right before his eyes. The people wore expressionless faces, and various shades of dull-coloured clothing, oblivious to the irony that surrounded them. If this was their idea of Radiance, Finlay wondered what lackluster looked like to them.