The Faded Ruin
The alarm did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the silence that had held the bunker for forty years. Sergeant Elias Thorne woke not to the light, which was nonexistent in the deep earth, but to the vibration of the floor against his spine, a physical shudder that traveled up through the mattress and into the marrow of his bones. He was old. That was the first thing he knew,...
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