Cinders and Delirium

The haze wriggles, a thick veil of grime that clings to the city like a shroud. Each whiff carries the scent of drought. Down here, in the labyrinths where sunlight never penetrates, reality warps. Shadows stretch, and the whispers gnaw on your sanity. A world of fantasy takes hold, where every corner hides a new terrifying revelation. The line bet

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