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A real mess
The room was massive. Tables and chairs lay toppled or broken as if the place had been evacuated in a hurry. Faded wall art lined the walls, barely clinging to their frames. Morgan swept his light across the room. The silence was dense, broken only by the groaning of the ship’s frame. They advanced slowly, boots crunching over broken porcelain and shards of glass.
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