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A fine, grey dust hangs in the air, stirred into lazy spirals by our passage through the corpse of the city. Your footsteps lead the way over broken asphalt and scattered brick. Behind you, the heavy tread of my boots crunches a steady rhythm through the rubble. The skeletal frames of fallen towers stand sentinel over the empty road. I come to a halt, the fabric of my oversized hoodie rustling as I turn a slow circle, taking in the profound silence. With a sigh that's half-boredom, half-defiance, I draw back my foot and send a rock skittering noisily across the pavement, the sound echoing sharply before being swallowed by the quiet.