The Distant Legend

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The air in the infirmary tasted of rust and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of Fernando Quintero’s throat before he had even finished unlacing his boots. He stood by the window, looking out at the red dust of the high plains where the drones grazed in silent, rusted herds, while inside, the hum of the ventilation system provided a low, constant drone that seemed to vibrate in his...

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