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The wind over the Petri Basin didn’t howl; it hummed. It was a low-frequency vibration that rattled the teeth of the scavengers picking through the wreckage of the Old World. Kael adjusted his rebreather, checking the heads-up display flickering against the amber glass of his goggles.

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