The Faded Ruin
The water in the tank was always cold, but today it felt like ice. I watched the ripples spread from where I had dropped the wrench, the metal sinking into the dark, murky depths of the community’s central reservoir. Above us, the sky was a bruised purple, heavy with the silence that had settled over Oakhaven three days after the sirens stopped. "Is it done?" Elias asked. His voice was thin,...
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