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My eyes fix in guilty fascination. I can see inside his throat, its hollow and dry. No living tissue left The structure of the windpipe I find myself scrabbing backwards, trying to gain my feet. I whimper and heat myself start babbling, Im sorry, Im so sorry.

Daniel and Talia live worlds apart literally. Daniel is an office worker at an undertakers. Talia does anything she can to stay out of trouble and keep her belly full. Both of their worlds change forever when Daniel stumbles through a rift and Talia rescues him.

Narith is a dying city in desperate need of a hero. It is divided into those who have everything and those forced to indenture themselves or scrabble through the ruins to survive. For years grey men have stalked the streets, desiccating their victims with a single touch.

Set against the backdrop of Talias ruined city, the two join up to find the reason for the grey men and inadvertently find friendship and the key to Talias forgotten past.

I gaze upwards. Even the day has a grimy feel to it. Smoke from the various factories filter upwards into the mist and the buildings are covered in a black filth. The ocean is grey and blends into the bank of fog on the horizon and I shiver in the wind. The veil parts, a rare occurrence here I guess and something humps itself into view. A moon not mine.

This is no silvery disc, this is a nauseating blend of oranges and greys. Despite the dirty filter of atmosphere, this moon lurches towards the earth. Valleys and canyons can clearly be seen. Its enormous. Even though I knew it, a chill runs down my spine at the final proof. This is not my world.

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