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The Siege of the Sub-Level Copy
Author: Neil Swann
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Chapter 26: The Siege of the Sub-Level

The plasma cutter shrieked as it carved through the hardened alloy of the junction box. Aurex gritted his teeth, the smell of ozone and melting synthetic sealant filling his nostrils. The door groaned and fell away, clattering onto the concrete floor with a sound that seemed deafening in the cramped, subterranean silence.

"Done!" Aurex roared, his hands diving into the nest of glowing, pulsating fiber-optics. "Vaelia, bring the tether! I’ve exposed the mai
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