This is Rocktall, a beginning of a story that I will not finish. I wrote it mostly to work on my descriptions of places and surroundings.
Outside the Rocktall building, everything was beautiful. Bird sang, the sun shined, and the gentle wind rustled the trees. Inside, however, was much different. The fluorescent lighting, or, more correctly, what still somewhat worked of it, flickered. The air conditioning practically never worked, though, when it did, it was a stale, heavy air that smelt of rot. The only sound that ever resounded through the broken-down halls was that of rats scurrying through the air vents. But this building held a secret. Such an important one that it was worth going through the hideous building to find. It was one that could destroy nations.
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