The Faded Apartment

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The iron gate of the factory is rusted shut, a jagged scar of orange across the grey fog that clings to the valley floor. You stand before it, your hand resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the machinery within, a heartbeat that has not stopped in a century. You are a warrior of the old guard, your armor made not of steel but of duty, your sword a pen that writes only in ink that...

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