The Golden Suspect
"Check the filament, Kaito. If the printer is low again, we lose the tower." Sota Ogawa wiped grit from his palms. The medical printer sat on the workbench, its spool nearly empty. It was the only thing in the keep that hummed, a low, electronic thrum against the silence of the stone. He was forty-two, the last mason in the colony, and the central tower was cracking. The charter said the...
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