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Rain hissed on the corrugated tin like a million tiny nails. The test track at Outpost 018 lay half-swallowed in fog, a forgotten sketch of asphalt and ambitions where engineers once coaxed metals into obeying formulas. Now only one light burned at the control hut, a thin orange eye watching a ring of rusted barriers and a lonely launchpad.
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