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Chapter 77: Monuments of Decay

作者: Noxvane
last update publish date: 2026-05-24 09:06:33

POV: Claire Desmond

The scent of a stale "New Car" air freshener dangled from the rearview mirror—a chemical, cloying sweetness that failed to mask the smell of damp upholstery and old cigarette ash.

It was a nauseating cocktail.

I leaned my forehead against the cold window of the Uber, letting the vibrations of the aging engine rattle through my skull. Every pothole in the Manhattan pavement sent a fresh spike of

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