The red soot vomited from the massive chimneys stamped
across the planet’s surface was impossible to clean. The vice dens did their
best, wiping everything down, sweeping, running noisy air filters. But it was
never enough to get the smell of burnt chemicals out of the air, nor completely
remove the red film that settled on every surface. The proprietors kept their
lighting low and burned incense imported from the nearby Argilous system. After
shift, the coughing, ashen, and spindly workers oozed out of their factories, through
the neon-framed door of their favorite recreational establishment, and drugged
the pain away.
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