The Pale Fracture
The air in Sector 4 tasted of ozone and crushed mint. Elara Vance wiped the condensation from her visor, her breath fogging the glass in rapid, shallow bursts. Outside the reinforced glass of the extraction chamber, the city of New Albion sprawled in a grid of sterile white and grey, punctuated by the occasional, sickly green glow of the biomass farms. She was not looking at the farms. She was...
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