The Rust Confessor
New Detroit wasn't a city anymore. It was a rusting skeleton of what a city used to be — the collapsed mining infrastructure of a failed Mars colony, now occupied by scavengers who picked through the bones of United Mining Corporation's old operations. The air tasted of iron oxide and ozone. The dust storms came every third day and stripped the paint off anything that hadn't been painted in...
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