The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The air in the lower maintenance bays of the arcology tasted of rust and recycled breath, a thick, metallic damp that settled in the lungs of every diver who worked the deep seams. Alice Priddy wiped the grime from her goggles, her breath fogging the glass as she stared at the automated rig that had stopped mid-cycle, its hydraulic arms hanging limp like the limbs of a drowned animal. She was...

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