Sample V-01: The Last Dirge
The rain in New Londinium did not fall; it descended as a heavy, charcoal-colored shroud, tasting of sulfur and old copper. In the year 1892 of the New Era, the Great Smog had long since claimed the lowlands, leaving only the Spire-Cities for the few who could still breathe. Among them, the Children of the Breath were the only ones whose lungs had mutated—or perhaps evolved—to filter the toxic...
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