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... the raw, untamed geography of the Western Reach felt like downgrading from a high-speed fiber connection to a rusted copper wire. As the scout-skiff crossed the invisible border into the Old Iron-Woods, the steady, rhythmic hum of the Valmere Standard didn’t just fade—it fractured. The indigo light of the engine-core began to sputter, casting erratic, strobe-like shadows across the deck.
I stood at the prow, my hands white-knuckled against the railing. The obsidian pattern on my wrist wa ...
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