The long, low whirring blast of the horn bellowed out across the town as the
familiar wrapping of torrents began to build up. In the darkness, people gathered
their tools and headed for the hollows. Huge wooden doors opened all along the
central thoroughfare. It was midday and the sky was black.
I know that I shouldn’t have done it. It was a stupid thing to do. But it was what it was. I was stuck now, going through the long underground tunnel that would lead to the Complex.
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