The Faded Root
The alarm did not ring. It shrieked, a digital howl that tore the silence of the bunker apart. I was awake. I am always awake. The sleep cycle in here is a myth, a ghost story told by men who believe in rest. I stood. My legs were lead, but they moved. They always move. My name is Silas Vane. I am a Senior Systems Architect for the Department of Critical Infrastructure. This title means I am a...
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