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It had once been one of the last remaining metropolises in the west side of the Federation. Now, it laid in ruin at Siwon’s feet. A cloud of ash hung over the city, thick and dark and oppressive; although he’d been assured that the air was still breathable, he felt his chest tighten and wished he’d thought to ask for a filtration mask or something equally as effective. Not only ...

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