The red glow of the thermal monitors casts long shadows across Ayran’s face. Outside, the fog is so thick it looks like a solid gray wall, pressing against the reinforced glass of the tower. We are suspended in the air, caught between a city that wants us to forget and a wasteland that wants us dead.
I broke the long silence between us. "You mentioned the labs," I say, my voice sounding small against the hum of the machinery.
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