The Wistful Saga
The alarm screams. You wake. The floor is cold. Concrete. Wet. You are on your knees. The dust tastes like copper and old stone. Your hands are shaking. You check your sidearm. It is there. Heavy. Real. You are a guard. You watch the perimeter. The perimeter is a line. The line is a boundary. The boundary is life. You move to the window. The glass is frosted. Outside, the sky is gray. It is...
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