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... hould have saved.”
––Damian Stark
The lights flicker once, twice, and then die, plunging us back into darkness. I sit among the others, illuminated only by the failing glow of broken ceiling tubes—some hanging at odd angles, others completely dead. Dust drifts downward like motes in a stale shaft of light, settling on my skin, making my eyes itch. Time has passed. I have no idea whether it’s been over a day or merely the last dozen hours. My body is curled tight, knees to chest, ...
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