he generators barely held a charge, and the air in the bunker tasted like rust. He'd recorded the mes

lass window. Outside, Drosen was exactly what the stories warned ab

e here. Sparse. S

old who remembered sunlight. The

badge since the last wall fell. But he was still a

t time in days, th

ttention. The s

Aeryn. I'm here

fro

ound the room, as if expecting someone to confirm he wasn't hallucinating. B

ra?" he asked, le

pa

ound your

ne. Solara was real. And someone up there-someo

medicine, anything. Peo

Her voice ret

n't know how yet. They do

e tugging at the corner of his lips. She

there's a story you need to hear. One y

ould become-a fragile line between tw

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