The Skyforge Conspiracy
The rain in New Orleans Deepwell doesn't fall from the sky because there is no sky. It falls from the ceiling, dripping through corroded pipes and cracked concrete in a rhythm that never changes. I have lived with this rhythm for twenty years, ever since Director Graves stripped me of my security clearance and dropped me into the underground like a stone into a well. My name is Nick Callahan. I...
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