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It has been a decade since I relocated to the Metropolis. The City is forever awake. The weak and insolent government struggling to hold on in light of a million factions in a million population city. I could not help but notice that there was no food on the 228th day of the year. Every year held the same festival of hunger.
It took me a while to realize that food was brought into the city every day and placed in storage tunnels beneath the city. I worked those tunnels every day I could manage to labour without rest.
Tunnel 228 was bypassed. I couldnt understand why they would not use it But it marked a day of hunger and starvation across the city.
I went in. Past the entrance,past the plage dead stacked like timber logs, past the bough of dead trees, past the all fae lights in to hell.