Mutations In The Drowned City

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2026-06-19 09:58:53 -

The flood fog in 2087 clung to the ruins of London like a second skin, thick with the taste of salt and decay and the memory of a city that used to have skyline. I stood at the edge of the drowned pier with a nutrient stick burning between my knuckles, watching the last functioning ferry cut through the gray water like a blade through dark matter. Thirty-eight years I had stood on piers like...

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