The small towns scent was vulgar and sickening, the smell of rusted metal and heavy smoke circling the bitter icy air, entrapping me in its folds. I groaned, attempting to shake away the queasy feeling in my stomach, though it only proved to make matters worse and I heaved; lurching forward. My partner in the annual run stopped suddenly at the sound of my distress, turning back to gaze in my direction as I had seemed to have fallen behind. Blowing out a long breath, I watched the condensation seep from my lips, forcing myself to concentrate on anything other than the putrid smells; wondering briefly how to people lived here with the ghastly smog looming all around them. The world continued to change, bringing new smells and rules that I had not heard of before, though why, I was unsure. To me, the way that things had been almost one hundred and fifty years ago seemed completely fine, if not perfect. At least, that was
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