[WP] Kings and poppers alike are buried here. Silent and cold. The sun’s warmth never reaches the city streets; a grey hangs over the city of the dead. It’s keepers tend to the citizens, who seldom complain; content in their slumber. Populated by memories. The necropolis sleeps...
by /u/rab-byte in /r/WritingPrompts
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