He watched the dark, grimy road of death. He smoked a cigarette; he shifted in the darkness, swallowing the very fabric of time and space, as the factory smoke billowed out of the nineteen twenties-era chimney stacks, while the corrosiveness of the city's damnation strangled it in its death's embrace. 1234 copyright protection621ＰＥＮＡＮＡmg4Qu9mKTs 尼
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