PREVIEW
... id city shrouded in thick smog. The air was thick with an overwhelming stench—the reek of rotting flesh, of viscera, of vomit...
This wasn’t Trifas—the architecture was entirely different, and pedestrians still walked the streets. Though the smog carried an acrid bite, it wasn’t painful enough to be unbearable.
He moved forward, but there was no sensation of his feet touching solid ground. It felt precarious, unsteady, as though he were treading on crumpled nylon bags.
Th ...
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