The Faded Ruin
The air in the Sector 4 processing plant tasted of ozone and burnt copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and refused to be washed away by the recycled water spouted from the communal taps, and it was into this stifling, industrial haze that Kaelen Vane drove the pommel of his baton with the precise, calculated force required to snap the hydraulic joint of the containment...
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