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... Sector Eight was not made of water.
It was a churning, neon-green artery of boiling acid, thick with the dissolved bone and wasted karma of a million bankrupt souls. It moved sluggishly through a deep canyon of black volcanic rock, hissing against the jagged banks and sending thick plumes of toxic, sulfur-scented steam into the bruised purple sky.
In the Upper Layers, pollution was a byproduct of industry. Down here, suffering was the currency.
We descended the narrow, w ...
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