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Forever yours
The mud of the Thames impregnated everything, a nauseating mixture of excrement, stagnant water, and slow death.
I'm obsessed with how Valeria's magic turns sensory perception into survival. That line abuot the mud isn't just gross; it's the physical weight of London crushing down on her soul. The contrast between that filth and Lazarus acting as a 'gravitational force' keeps me on my toes! 🔥
