City of Weightlessness
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The city, a behemoth crouching beneath the grey expanse, its bones steel, its blood the crowded streets. But recently, an invisible plague, more suffocating than any visible calamity, swept through its massive form. This plague was the wind. Not the gentle caress of the fields, nor the majestic roar of the ocean, but a shriek from the depths of hell, a fury potent enough to tear souls, to shake existence itself.