The Faded Frontier
You stand in the center of the Atrium of St. Jude’s Industrial Institute, a place where the air tastes of copper filings and old rain, and you are the only one who knows that the building is dying, not from the rot of wood or the decay of stone, but from a sickness that has seeped into the very marrow of its foundations, a structural fatigue that manifests as a low, thrumming hum that only you...
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