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... e metal frame scraping against the floor like a beast unwilling to let me in. The air inside has a distinct sour scent of abandonment—dust, old fabric, and something faintly rotten.
"Well, here goes nothing." I tutt, putting a hand on my hip.
I take a step inside, my boots making soft indentations on the dust-covered floor.
Second rule of the apocalypse: never assume a place is empty just because it looks that way.
I move carefully with my muscles tight as I scan ...
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