The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the bunker tastes of copper and old rain. You press your back against the cold concrete. The walls breathe. Not metaphorically. They expand. They contract. A slow, rhythmic heave that syncs with your own terrified pulse. You are here because they sent you here. You are here because you are the only one who can hold the line. "Stop it," you whisper. Your voice cracks. It sounds like...

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