The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You are standing in the center of the atrium, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the damp, earthy scent of crushed ferns. The glass ceiling above you is shattered, a constellation of jagged shards suspended in the perpetual twilight of the industrial complex. Rain falls from the broken panes, not water, but a fine, silver mist that clings to your skin like a second, colder layer....

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