The Iron Frequency

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(Hard-boiled Survival Style) The city was a concrete carcass, stripped of its skin and left to rot under a sky the color of a bruised plum. Max lived in the vents of Sector 4, a place where the air tasted of ozone and desperation. He didn't believe in gods, and he certainly didn't believe in the 'Celestial Greeting' the government had been peddling for a decade. To Max, the signal from the void...

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