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Twenty Six

Abaddon.

2069 year. The 4th of October. 11:55 am.

Here I am again in the rift. A warm wind blows in your face, you smell of pine needles, you can hear the singing of birds and the distant murmur of a stream. Clouds of dust are knocked out from under the soles, which settle in yellow spots on dark bows. They are uncomfortable, old and fresh seams are visible in several places, which means that they have recently been repaired. Moreover, I have a feeling that the right shoe will soon “request porridge”, at least the sole is already slightly bent. And my clothes are also not new: there are small holes, the fabric is worn, there are patches in a couple of places. Not to mention the fact that the pants are torn in several places, as well as the sleeves of the shirt - thanks to the wolves. In general, the wardrobe should be changed, but not now, but tomorrow. As soon as the changes in reputation take effect, and I will have a discount on goods in the city, then I need to update. Now it is w