The Faded Quadrant
The sample crumbled in Elias Thorne’s hands, a dry, chalky powder that smelled of wet dust and old mortar. "Did you say the shear strength is below spec?" Elias looked up from the pile of debris at the base of the atrium’s central column. He did not answer immediately. He was trying to steady his breathing, his fingers still stained with the grey residue of the core he had just destroyed. The...
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