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Somewhere in this field of corpses, buried beneath layers of rust and time, was the one thing I needed.
A transponder.
The only way to send a message without alerting the people who had sent me here to die.
I moved fast, my boots kicking up thin plumes of dust. The air inside my helmet was sharp with the filtered tang of Mars—thin, metallic, stale.
I had been through most of the wreckage before, but I hadn't been looking for this. Now I was.
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