Chapter 10 A Calm Before the Collision

Elias

I rode hard.

Not for the omega wagon—gods, never for that—but to outrun the rot and smoke of the outer rings. The closer I drew to the Inner Capital, the more the air shifted. The reek of blood and soot thinned. Pine resin. Floral smoke. Fresh bread from the clean bakeries.

The city w...

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