The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the Aetheric Reclamation Zone smelled of ozone and wet slate, a scent that had long since overgrown the memory of rain. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my boots sinking slightly into the grey, pulsating moss that carpeted the valley floor. Above me, the sky was not a sky but a churning ceiling of industrial smog and faint, electric lightning, the residue of the Great Filter...

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