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[ The ground is black with soot that clings wherever it is disturbed. The roof is long gone, leaving the rubble open to the cold air. Yet not a speck of snow is anywhere on what must have once been a highly sophisticated laboratory. Broken glass shards lay strewn across shattered tiles. Wooden beams burned to a crisp sit at odd angles along the structural lines. ]

[ In the center is a half destroyed, circular machine, the top of which seems to have fallen and leans haphazardly against it. ]