The Sun's Forgiveness
The air at the summit of Engine F112 was a cocktail of ozone and terror. Clara could feel the heat of the sun through her reinforced suit, a searing pressure that threatened to melt the very air in her lungs. Beside her, Julian was shaking, his hand gripped tightly in hers. They were the same age, both engineers, both condemned. Below them, the world was a furnace. The Great Engines had failed....
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