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The capitol grew rank in the summer heat, the humid streets clogged with sweating tourists and rats.
It was every man for himself as they tried to get away from the stench, but there was no escape. They had brought it on themselves.
The rats were opportunists, always on the lookout for an easy target with minimum effort. They too had two legs as Corruption was rife, and it went right to the Top.
Overcast skies and spot showers did nothing to cleanse the air, the streets or the people. Too blinkered to recognise the lies and empty promises of their sanctimonious leaders, they had made their beds, now they had to accept the consequences.