The Faded Ruin
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the streets of the sector into rivers of mud and broken glass, but you did not feel the cold because you were already too tired to shiver, your body a hollow vessel filled only with the rhythmic, metallic thrum of the ventilation shafts that served as the lungs of this concrete labyrinth, and you sat in the corner of...
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