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Scott stared out of the window, studying the landscape beyond his bedroom. His house was on the outskirts of the city, and from there, he could only see the greenery of the communal park, the shimmering material of their lifedome,… Continue Reading
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When their ships landed on the porous soil of Blue-and-a-Rock, the hatchlings rushed out to preserve the petroglyphs. They moved like a flood: overrunning the fields and valleys of the moribund world, clogging up the caves, prodding with claws and… Continue Reading
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