In a city two hundred kilometers distant, an eerie stillness smothered the once-lively Aethel. Once teeming with laughter and bustling commerce, the atmosphere now carried the stench of decay and demise. The towering structures, once majestic symbols of human creativity, stood as hollow shells, their vacant windows resembling lifeless eyes peering into the abyss of destruction. Dilapidated walls, adorned with faded murals recounting a forgotten age, served as haunting reminders of a lost existence.
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