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... long that even the mere concept of warmth felt like a foreign memory, a flicker of a candle in a vast sea of freezing chill.
The world was dark. The world was nothing but the empty expanse of ground and scrap.
The world was pointless. There was no purpose to be found in the pitch-black emptiness. There was no goal to strive for. No dawn to anticipate. There was only the endless stretch of days that had been and days that would be.
It had been so long since anything had ch ...
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