The Distant Metropolis
The alarm did not ring; the ceiling simply fell. You remember the sound, a wet, tearing groan of structural failure, followed by the absolute silence of dust. You are standing in the center of the containment unit, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old copper, your hands trembling not from fear but from the sudden, violent absence of the world outside. The glass walls, once transparent...
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