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... as a murky grey. The dusty clouds in the air hung like drapes, casting the sporadic glimmer of fires onto the ground. The night was less suited for sleep than the day, with darkness serving merely as a canvas to paint fear upon. Each breath carried the thick scent of smoke and dust, and the parched earth underfoot made walking intensely uncomfortable. Were it not for the absence of scorching lava rivers and the pervasive smell of sulfur, Lyle might have thought he had arrived at the Hell Plane. ...
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