The Golden Downtown
The alarm did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the silence of the sub-basement that tasted of copper and stale sweat, and you were already on your feet before your mind could parse the visual data of the red strobes pulsing against the reinforced concrete walls, your body moving with the grim, muscle-memory precision of a machine that has forgotten how to feel pain. You are standing in...
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