The Faded Masquerade

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The cold in the bunker is not a temperature but a weight, a physical pressure that sits on your chest and compresses your lungs until you can only take shallow, ragged sips of the stale air, and you sit there on the concrete floor with your back against the wall that hums with the vibration of the generator, listening to the sound of your own blood moving through your ears, a rhythmic thumping...

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