The Paradox of Hope
The air in Sector 4 smelled of recycled sweat and old iron. We lived in the "Hollows," a series of interconnected bunkers buried three miles beneath the scorched crust of what used to be Canada. For three generations, we had been told that the surface was a wasteland of acid rain and radioactive fire, and that our only hope lay in the "Genesis Project." Sarah was the Keeper of the Archives. Her...
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