The Faded Frontier

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the windows of the municipal water treatment plant like a shroud of wet wool. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the central monitoring station, his fingers hovering over the haptic interface, feeling the subtle, terrifying vibration of the subterranean pipes beneath his feet, a pulse that was...

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