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The lowlands of the so-called City of the Gods were squat and ruined. Cracked walls, stained brick. Shacks thrown together from rough timber and shattered stone, their roofs buried under ashen drifts. Lanes ran narrow with mud and rot. The air stank of garbage and coal. A divine barrier sealed the quarter off from the "holy" precincts; when you looked up, there was only a dead gray ceiling.
Inside a ramshackle lean-to, someone risked a "purge" by flicking on a palm-sized h ...
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