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38. The Gutter-Folk and the Weight of Water
Author: Wulan ews
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The transition from the clinical sterility of the Bureau’s bowels to the subterranean depths of the Under-City was not marked by a door or a gate, but by the overwhelming, sensory assault of damp rot. Ravelk and Tavren stumbled through a ruptured drainage pipe, their boots sinking into a thick, gelatinous slurry of discarded waste and stagnant water. Above them, the city’s belly groaned, a low-frequency vibration that rattled the very marrow of Ravelk’s bones. He could feel the residual Misfort
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