The Great Demon Holm

Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,As for the money, it all went into the capitalist's pockets.,He leaned against the door, rubbing his head in pain, and once again the thought of retiring quickly came to mind.。