From a story I’m writing for submission!

“Profit and doom. Doom and madness.” She thought she could smell the fumes, wafting up from an infinitely deep hole of acid. She thought she could taste the way they were coloring her mind. The first to go would be practicality. The animal instincts would go last.

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