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Chapter 12: The Ash on the Horizon
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Chapter 12: The Ash on the Horizon

​The roaring collapse of Sector 0 echoed for miles beneath the earth, a dull rumble that vibrated straight through the floorboards of the Aegis hover-craft.

​Inside the pressurized cabin, the air was quiet save for the rhythmic hiss of the medical bay's oxygen vents. Jax stood near the weapons rack, securing the heavy extraction cables, while Marcus’s face hovered on the main holographic feed, looking pale but visibly relieved.

​Logan sat on the edge of a stee
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