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... was rolling over the entrails of a sick city. Outside, the morning noises mingled: cries of merchants, the clatter of buckets against cobblestones, muffled quarrels from alleyways. And above all, the smell. That greasy, persistent smell, seeping through thick curtains and closed windows like a possessive old lover. The city, Martissant, didn’t let you go.
Opposite him, the man was still reading. Unperturbed. A black glove on one hand, the other holding the book open like a prayer. Dylan ...
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