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Viridian Smoke & Plastic Dreams

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