The-Fusion-Forge-of-Babylon
The dust on Babylon station didn't just settle — it lived. It collected in corners, crevices, and the seams of everything, a fine brown powder that was part soil, part rust, and part ground-up concrete from a world that had broken itself apart five centuries ago. Silas "Forge" Mercer wiped the dust from his eyes and squinted through the darkness of the bunker door. His flashlight was dying — a...
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