The Iron Canopy
ACT I: THE AWAKENING The alarm vibrated through Marcus Voss's ribcage at 04:30, the same hour the Dome City never quite stopped shaking. Below his bunk in Sector 7's sub-level dormitory, the city hummed with the low-frequency thrum of three million souls packed into a steel and glass shell the size of Manhattan. Outside the viewport, the dome's holographic sky cycled through its preset dawn...
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