The Traitor's Paradox
The air in Bunker 42 tasted of recycled ozone and old fear. It was the last place on Earth where the lights were still on, a concrete hive buried three miles beneath the radioactive crust. Leo was the Chief of Security, the man who decided who got extra rations and who got "reassigned" to the ventilation shafts. He was respected, feared, and utterly alone. For two years, the bunker had been...
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