A sharp heel stabbed repeatedly at the nearly extinguished cigarette stub, before an especially firm thud with the sole of the full shoe nearly imprinted it into the cracked cement. The last wisps of smoke and imperceptible cinders floated away from the short roll of paper and tobacco, eventually reaching the oily and somehow even deeply unbreathable air of Zaun.

Hiedra stepped back inside the brothel, licking her lips out of habit to moisten them after having smoked.

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