The Faded Ruin
The air in the cell was not merely stale; it was a physical weight, a thick, gray sludge that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs with the persistence of dust on a forgotten shelf. Silas Vance sat on the cold concrete floor, his legs stretched out in front of him, his hands resting on his knees, and he stared at the door, a slab of reinforced steel that had not opened in...
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