The Pale Tale
Chapter One My hands were slick with salt water and rust when I pulled the intake grate free. It weighed forty kilograms, maybe more, and it dragged against the hull of the desalination plant with a sound like a dog tearing its own throat. The north wind was hitting the dome at a forty-degree angle, shaking the fence of disputed stones that lined the access road. I dropped the grate. It...
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