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.,At the end of the street, there was a general store. Even when the fog cleared, the storefront still hid in the shadows of the surrounding walls.,He looked at the ringing phone, making a constant noise, hesitating whether he should answer it.。