barely

hut off. There was something raw in it. Not just desperation-co

uthorized signal was to be reported immediately. But something

the Mid-Tier Archives-technically off-limits for technicians like her, but sec

lights dimming the deeper she went. Level

was cold

her hoped she'd find nothing-because if she did find something, it wo

Drosen. Col

een fli

Restr

ypass

l scans. Civilian logs. Aeryn's breath hitched as she read them-starvation, expo

esources redirected t

bandon

asualties of disaster..

ind her, the hum of another elevator ec

nd closed the console. By the time the doors open

, she opened her

re you sti

n static. Th

m h

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at they did. And I swear... I