The Distant Journey
The glass of the atrium, a vast and intricate cage of iron and light that had once been the beating heart of the city’s industrial pride, was already shivering in its frame when you arrived, the sound a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones, a premonition of the shattering that would eventually claim the structure and, with it, the last remaining tether to the...
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