Chapter 88 - Debuff slight nsfw

Morning did not come in clean lines of sunlight and birdsong. It leaked into the camp through broken windows and gaps in brick like thin milk poured over stone, pale and indifferent. The fire from the night before had burned down to a low bed of ash and faint orange embers. The air should have smelled like smoke and dust and damp concrete. Instead, it smelled heavy. Warm. Salty. Human. It hung low over the bedding and clung to fabric and skin, thick enough that the first man who woke could taste it before he fully understood it.