The Faded Frontier

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The air in the Hall of Calibration did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect in a place where time itself was dissected. It smelled of ozone and warm brass, a metallic tang that coated the tongue and settled deep in the lungs. It was a scent of industrial purity, sharp and sterile, masking the underlying rot of a world that had forgotten how to breathe naturally. Elias stood at the...

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