The Dust of Kinship
The rain in the Outskirts didn't wash anything away; it just turned the dust into a thick, grey sludge that clung to everything. Sam lived in a lean-to made of rusted corrugated iron and plastic sheets. He spent his days hauling heavy crates of synthetic ore for the Overseers—massive, silent apes who viewed humans as slightly more efficient oxen. Sam didn't mind the work. He didn't mind the...
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