The Faded Masquerade

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The settlement of Krasnoyarsk-7 hummed with the low, electric thrum of the ventilation shafts, a sound that had long since replaced the wind as the local weather. Beneath the rusted catwalks, the ice-haul engineers moved in silent shifts, their boots echoing on the metal grating as they checked the pressure valves of the gene-bank cold room. Pyotr Belov, a man of forty-five with hands stained...

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