A Form of Oxygen

“He slowly shook his head. Every time, he told himself there was no point hoping anymore. And yet, somewhere inside him, the same absurd idea survived: that perhaps, beyond London, far from the ruins and smoke, there was a place where the air had remained clean. Like in the old books about islands forgotten by war and hidden communities that had never seen a gas mask.

Maybe it was only a legend.

But in a world built from ash and improvisation, even legends had become a form of oxygen.”

— The London Tube, Chapter 7: The West Has Woken.

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