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... lled with acrid smoke.
The wind blew from the west to the east. Humans wading through the air were not free from this flow. The stench, dust, and all the indescribable filth exhaled by humans flow eastward, outward, with the wind.
The large incinerator in District 14 was the collection point for all this refuse.
When large automaton carriages laden with garbage entered, they followed the road and eventually dumped their load into a large pit. Then, laborers, appearing ind ...
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