The Wistful Skyline

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The air in the bunker tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat and refused to wash away. It was a taste that had nothing to do with the water, everything to do with the fear that lived in the marrow of his bones, vibrating at a frequency only he could hear. Outside, the world was being unmade. The sirens did not wail; they screamed, a raw, tearing...

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