Chương 66: Ch 37a – Memory: Air

Emerging from the oppressive air of the tube station, she takes a deep breath as she reaches the top of the steps. A dampness from the leaves falling from the London Plane Trees that line the road. A hint of masala from the next-door Indian restaurant. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. A metal tang of pollution from the cars driving by. A sickly-sweet smell of someone's vape. An edge of icy weather to come.

An earthy coffee roast from the serving hatch of the coffee shop three doors upwind. No musty smell of dust and soot. No overpowering synthetic perfumes. No body odour. No stale breath. No recycled air.