The Faded Frontier
The roof caved in not with a roar but with a wet, sucking sigh, as if the sky itself had finally grown tired of holding back the water and simply let go, collapsing into the dark throat of the basement where you sat, your body already half-submerged in the cold, churning slurry that smelled of rot and old copper. You did not scream, for your lungs had long since learned to hold their breath in...
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