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The first snow of the new era did not fall in soft, white flakes. It arrived as a jagged, crystalline sleet that tasted of ozone and ancient sulfur. In the Northern Basin, the green shoots that had been the pride of the first harvest were now buried under a layer of permafrost so thick it threatened to crack the very soil they had spent months revitalizing. For Alexander, the sight of the frozen fields through the terminal’s monitors was a reminder that nature, much like the Obsidian Circle, was an indifferent conqueror.He stood in the communal hall of the terminus, his breath hitching in the frigid air. The internal heating systems, powered by the same fragile grid that maintained the Mag-Lev Spine, were failing. The thermal regulators in the slums had already gone dark to preserve power for the water-reclamation arrays.The temperature is dropping faster than the atmospheric models predicted," Jax said, breath pluming in a white cloud as he pulled a heavy, wool-lined cloak tighter