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... f old regrets? Ration tents and broken radios, the standard post-apocalyptic picnic? Maybe the occasional grizzled veteran growling about the "old days" while lighting a cigar with a flamethrower?
Well. Yes. But also no.
The truth was stranger.
The frontier outpost looked like someone had asked a paranoid architect to build a fortress, and then told him to do it again, but bigger and with extra budget. Towering walls stretched out like the skeletons of long-dead titans, b ...
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