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Chapter 77

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The "Great Static" had been a victory of the soul, but the soul does not keep the rain out or the wolves away. For six months, Port Trinity had existed in a fragile, hard-won state of grace. They had traded digital perfection for calloused hands and the honest exhaustion of the sun. But as the first heavy frosts of a new winter began to bite into the Newfoundland coast, the world beyond their horizon had begun to curdle.

Julian Thorne woke not to the alarm of a "Wellness" device, but to a vibra
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