The DoomTrack

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8/9/20
Click. The lights along the water go dark. Footsteps -- soft, irregular, and swift along a steel-lined corridor.
8/8/20
Night's black shroud slowly cedes its inky dome to the lurid glow of another sickly dawn.
8/4/20
The wind surges across the water. The moonless sky darkens. The first stone is carefully inventoried.