The Echo of a Dead World

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There were no names here, only roles. The Father, The Mother, and The Boy. They lived in a cluster of concrete monoliths that rose from a grey plain like the teeth of a buried giant. There was no wind, no birds, only the rhythmic, wet slapping of the Hollows against the perimeter walls. The Father spent his days in a cycle of precise movements. Wake. Check the seals. Ration the water. Reinforce...

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