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A hole in the stars.
Rotten things scented the air and leira would soon become one if she didn’t find her Rone. It was hard to see in the hazy landfill she was in. And even harder to think with the stench. Leira tightened the scarf around the lower half of her face, she shuffled through the trash and dead bodies. Growing up she became used to the fading scent of iron, but her nose couldn’t bear the mass smell of waste and blood. Her eyes scanned through while her hands picked apart things. It should be easy, a glowing purple
Circle stabilizer would stand out against the brown and yellow of the place.