The narrator discovers the Martians dead, slain not by human weapons, but by Earth's humblest bacteria against which they had no defense.
As heard by us
A ruined-city walk that turns silence, wreckage, and dread into one long, exact witness.
Dead London tracks a narrator through a city emptied of people but still crowded with damage: the red weed on the bridge, black dust in the streets, a man who can only curse and lunge, and hard, mouldy food in a baker's shop. The walk keeps widening.
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