The Silence of the Rust
Miller walked through the streets of Oakhaven, a town where the factories had died decades ago, leaving behind a skeletal landscape of rusted iron and broken glass. He was a mid-level administrator for the Department of Social Equilibrium, and today was the day of the "Final Audit." The operation had been a masterpiece of bureaucratic efficiency. No sirens, no shouting, no blood in the streets....
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