brief introduction:

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.,To put it in terms of the newspaper... "If the factories don't step up production, how will we pay for government expenses Who will support the army Who will build the weapons And who will deal with those demons running out of the gates",He leaned against the door, rubbing his head in pain, and once again the thought of retiring quickly came to mind.。

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