The DoomTrack

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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.
8/2/20
A gloved hand pulls open a steel drawer and removes a paper box. Hushed voices fall silent.