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... amn hazmat suit.
The corridors were dark, rusting, and reeked of blood that had been cleaned just enough to piss off a forensic team. Hull panels looked like they'd been kicked in by drunken ogres, and the walls were stained with an enthusiastic medley of grime, oil, and what I desperately hoped was just old coolant.
It was a ship that looked like it had survived three civil wars and a barbecue.
"Why does this place look like a pigsty?" I asked aloud, dragging a gloved fi ...
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