The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The air inside the containment facility at Blackwood Ridge did not smell of ozone or sterile plastic, as the brochures promised, but of wet earth and the sweet, cloying rot of overripe fruit, a scent that clung to the back of Captain Elias Thorne’s throat and refused to be dislodged by the filtration masks he had worn for the last three days. He stood before the glass wall of Observation Deck...

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