The Pale Fracture
The air in the sector was thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the sweet, cloying rot of the bioluminescent moss that had begun to creep up the brickwork of the old administrative towers, a fungal bloom that pulsed with a faint, sickly green rhythm, marking the exact moment when the industrial machinery of the city had finally ceased its grinding, rhythmic heartbeat and left the population...
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