The Great Demon Holm

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.,He looked at the ringing phone, making a constant noise, hesitating whether he should answer it.,What's going on Was that person on the phone talking about 'Mr. Jack'。