The Faded Ruin
The factory floor shook. Not a tremor. A shudder. It came from the walls. It came from the ground. It came from the air itself. Silas Vane stood still. He held a jar. The jar was glass. It was thick. It was heavy. Inside was a substance. It was white. It was dense. It was called Nutri-Gel. Silas did not look up. He looked at the jar. He had held it for three days. Three days of shaking hands....
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