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Emerald Smoke & Artificial Dreams

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The air hung thick with the scent of decay, a sickly-green haze reflecting the bleeding neon signs that illuminated the crumbling cityscape. A lone figure, outlined against the shimmering sky, clutched a fractured vial https://t.me/+pTJp0fy9IpFlZjY0
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