The Wistful Crossroads

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The air in the sector tasted of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He adjusted the haptic feedback on his shoulder rig, the servos whining softly against the damp chill of the morning. Around him, the city of New Thule did not look like a city at all. It was a labyrinth of suspended glass spires and floating gardens, structures that defied gravity...

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