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"I found it near the edge of the grid," Elias said, his eyes bright. "Beyond the last . There’s a place where the concrete ends and the dirt starts. And the dirt isn't gray, Clara. It’s brown. It smells like rot and life."

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His wife gasped, pulling back as if he were holding a live coal. "Where did you get that? It’s... it’s specific." "I found it near the edge of the