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25.10.2025, 19:12
Fordow wasn’t just a facility. It was a wound in the body of a mountain, reaching ninety meters deep into the granite. A place where the human mind had forced stone to serve the most secret and terrible of its ideas. The air in the tunnel leading to the central hall was cold, with a taste of ozone and concrete, and felt as dense as water. Long rows of fluorescent lights on the ceiling hummed with a monotony that bored into the subconscious, crowding out all other thoughts
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