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Chapter 32: The Sabot Calibration
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The massive, reinforced pressure doors of the Central Foundry ground shut behind the Steel Leviathan, sealing the warm, sulfurous roar of the automated factory floor inside Grid 04.

The train plunged back into the freezing black throat of the northern cutting. Outside, the temperature hit minus-sixty-seven degrees Fahrenheit. The change was instant and violent. The freezing air slammed against the three-inch ballistic glass of the cab with the force of a solid wave, but the newly integrated cor
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