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... black and gray that pressed down on the world. By the time they found shelter, the lightless horizon had sunk into something colder, quieter, and more suffocating.

They settled in the ruins of what looked like a collapsed district—broken walls, skeletal buildings, and a gutted hall whose roof had caved in long ago. There were enough hollow rooms and half-standing structures to divide the exhausted remnants of the Company by preference, distrust, or instinct.

That, more than anyth ...

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