The Distant Summer

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The wall came down not with a roar, but with a sickening, wet crunch that sounded exactly like a large rib snapping in the dark. I was standing in the center of the cell, the air thick with the smell of damp limestone and old blood, when the structure gave way. It was not an explosion, not in the way the manuals described. It was a collapse, a slow, inevitable surrender of the architecture to...

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