A tiny room.Locked. Filled to overflow with filthy people. Eventually, the conversation gets boring and the bodies quiet down. Silence so deep that they're no longer human. Just bodies. Flesh with no meaning. The carcassess of the memories of the people that used to live in these shells. Long, Long Forgotten. Dust falls quietly from the rotting rafters like black snow. It covers the flesh in a thick crust, layer after layer, creating a second skin.
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