The Faded Ruin
The alarm did not ring; it screamed, a high-pitched digital shriek that tore through the sterile silence of the Aetheric Processing Center, waking you not to the sound but to the sudden, violent absence of the hum that had sustained your life for the last six months. You sat up in your narrow cot, the mattress thin and cold against your skin, and looked out into the vast, open floor of the...
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