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Chapter One Llewellyn Elias’s hands were already stained with the black dust of the seed vault, the fine coal-like grit of the terraformed soil clinging to the whorls of his fingerprints as he pried the rusted latch of the archival crate open. The air in the back room of the Ministry of Agriculture was stale, smelling of ozone and old paper, but the object within the crate hummed with a low,...
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