The Wistful Incense

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You stand in the gray light of the bunker, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and stale tobacco. The silence here is not empty; it is heavy, a physical weight that presses against your eardrums, a living thing that breathes in time with your own ragged lungs. Outside, the world has ended, or perhaps it has only stopped. It is difficult to tell the difference when the sky is a uniform,...

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