The smoke was so thick here that the whole town felt like a bad dream but the mental haze left by carbon monoxide poisoning was what brought people here in the first place. If the town had a name before the sky started to burn, it was as long gone as the people who built it.
Now it was called Lethe - birthplace of lost memories and lost souls. It was named after one of the rivers of the Greek underworld, though I'd be hard pressed to think of somewhere in this godsforsaken planet that still had some kind of life to it that wasn't slowly suffocating or starving.
Maybe the underworld would be a kinder place. I mean, the bar's pretty low but anywhere is better than slumping over in an especially hazy corner with several other people and trying to wait out the burn in your lungs so you can stumble away feeling like your legs are made of cotton.
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