The Faded Ruin
The hum of the ventilation fans in Sector Four was a low, constant thrum that vibrated in Elias’s molars, a mechanical drone that he had long since learned to tune out in favor of the rhythmic, soft thud of his own heart. He sat at his calibration station, the sterile white light of the nutrient synthesis plant washing over the rows of identical, gray vials, each one containing a precise,...
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