The Golden Echoes
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, cold drumming against the reinforced glass of the observation deck that turned the world outside into a smeared watercolor of grey and bruised purple, while inside, the air was sterile, smelling faintly of ozone and the metallic tang of fear that permeated the walls of the Aegis Facility, a place that existed not so much on the map as in...
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