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I trace the smell,

now getting fainter

into a dilapidated building

just outside the sector

where I came from.

Thick layers of moss and grass

covered the floor,

and vines of unknown plants

stretch throughout the remains

of the building.

From the looks of it,

nobody has ever been in this place.

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