The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The walls are breathing. You can feel it. A slow, rhythmic expansion of the plaster, a creaking of the foundation stones that sounds like the grinding of old teeth. You are sitting in the corner of the room. Your back is against the cold brick. Your legs are crossed. You are not moving. You are waiting. This is the place. The bunker. It was built for the end of the world, or perhaps the...

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