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24″The air in the lower city hangs thick and heavy, a stark contrast to the overly manicured perfection of Olympus above the River Styx. Down here, the lights are lower, the energy is raw, and the smiles aren't painted on. I stand near the edge of the district, perhaps looking out at the shimmering, failing barrier that separates this world from the one I fled.
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