The city of Nan-li in the south-western continent of Xi-Nan Fang glittered dimly over the smog, its silver-white porphyritic granite glinting weakly in the blue-white light of B345A15, the Beinarian sun. Two li 里 outside of the city of five hundred eighty nine thousand residents, a thick cloud of dark smoke hovered over the massive strip mine run by house Ana. Lady Abbess Cara’s eyes widened from the back seat of her low altitude shuttle as Lord Knight Ronel expertly piloted the shuttle towards the mine.
First Lines Contest 2017: The Poisoned Ground
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