The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the containment zone tasted of copper and wet ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to be swallowed. I pressed my back against the cold brick of the old community center, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps that echoed too loudly in the silence. My hands were shaking, not from fear, but from the adrenaline that had flooded my system like a cold...

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