The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The concrete floor of the bunker, cold and slick with condensation, mirrored the flickering amber of the emergency lights, a pale, sickly glow that seemed to seep into the marrow of my bones as I crouched in the corner, my back pressed against the reinforced steel wall, the texture of the metal gritty and indifferent against my spine, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the stale,...

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