
The Great Demon Holm
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state:serializing
author: <magic pumpkin>
Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,"Well... how many customers does this place usually get",He thought to himself, unconsciously starting to be thankful that he had just locked the door...。