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Chapter 15: The Tide at the Gate
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Chapter 15: The Tide at the Gate

​The valley road leading to Sector 99 looked like a frozen river of dying shadows.

​Over three thousand refugees shuffled through the knee-deep, acid-laced snow. Mothers wrapped shivering toddlers in torn linen tablecloths, old men collapsed into the drifts without making a sound, and former city guards stumbled along with hollow, bloodshot eyes. They were driven by a single, desperate rumor broadcast from the Sky Fortress: warmth and bread in the eastern mounta
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