The Faded Frontier
The sirens did not wail so much as they bled, a low, continuous moan that seeped through the reinforced glass of the detention center and into the marrow of the bones, a sound that felt less like an alarm and more like the earth itself groaning under the weight of some unseen, crushing burden, and in that moment, amidst the flickering fluorescent lights that hummed with the frequency of dying...
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