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"Clear" was a myth. A story the old tunnel rats told. A place where the horizon wasn't defined by the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, but by water, or maybe trees. Kael didn't believe in trees—not really—but he believed in the Sextant. It had been humming since he passed the transit hub three days ago.

He scrambled up the next section, his boots slipping on the moss-slicked surface. The wall ahead of him began to shift. Panels of corrugated iron peeled back like eyelids, revealing the sensitive, pulsing sensor arrays beneath. They glowed a soft, malevolent blue. 997c6-bc861-11bc0-b274b

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Through one of those holes, Kael saw it. Kael didn't believe in trees—not really—but he believed

The block, like most of the Mega-Stacks, was semi-sentient. Built with organic circuitry that required feeding, it slept for decades at a time. But movement—rapid, panicked movement—woke it up. It was a defense mechanism against the looters and scavengers who had picked the city clean a century ago.

Clang.