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... the concrete, the deafening metallic crash shattering the fragile quiet of the freezing morning.
Ren hauled his upper body over the lip of the vertical shaft, his muscles bunching as he dragged the three titanium filtration cores up from the abyss. Each cylinder weighed exactly seventy-four pounds, machined from aerospace-grade titanium and currently slick with the dark blue, viscous blood of the Benthic Weaver. They clanked violently against the scavenged tactical webbing strapped acros ...
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