The Faded Quadrant
The collapse of the lattice did not announce itself with a scream of tearing metal or a shattering of glass, but with a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the floorboards of the observation deck, a frequency so deep it was felt in the marrow of the bone rather than heard by the ear, as the sky above the factory town of Ironhaven shifted from a bruised grey to a sickly, translucent violet,...
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