beginning

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  the wind howled through the desolate streets its icy fingers clawing at the remains of the

  once vibrant city
• streetlights flickered casting elongated shadows that danced like spectres on the crumbling walls
• the silence was deafening, broken only by the distant creak of metal and the occasional whisper of wind
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  i pulled my coat tighter, the fabric offering little resistance against the biting cold.
• each step echoed, a solitary drumbeat in vast emptiness
• buildings stood as hollow sentinels. their windows shattered, nature had begun its reclamation.
• ivy snaked up brickwork and weeds burst through the concrete
• i rememberd when this street bustled with life, children's laughter, the aroma of fresh bread from the bakery, the hum of conversation
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  all now a ghost of my memories, the whole world had changed overnight, a silent enemy sweeping through leaving desolation in its wake