The Faded Chronicle
The air inside the reinforced concrete bunker tasted of copper and stale ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of Dale’s throat as he stared at the singular, pulsating vein of bioluminescent algae growing through the cracked floor of Sector Four, the creature’s slow, rhythmic throbbing serving as a metronome for his own failing heart which had been beating at an irregular, arrhythmic clip...
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