The Faded Root
I wake with the taste of wet concrete in my mouth, a metallic tang that clings to the back of my throat like a second skin. The dream is still there, suspended in the air, a thick fog of grey static that refuses to dissipate even as my eyes adjust to the dim, amber light of the bunker. I am Corporal Elias Thorne, and I am alone in the sub-basement of a facility that does not appear on any map,...
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