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Outside, the grey dust began to swirl, not with the wind, but with energy. Kaelen stumbled to the window. The Razor Mountains were trembling. Great fissures cracked open along their peaks, not spewing lava, but spilling a thick, rolling mist.

The exile was over.

"Phase One complete," the voice whispered. "Kaelen of the Core. The debt is paid." aagmaa

The ground shook.

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He coughed, wiping blood from his lip. Time was running out. The atmospheric processors for the colony were failing. Within a month, the air would become toxic, and everyone here—exiles, criminals, and the unlucky few born into this hell—would die. Great fissures cracked open along their peaks, not

Kaelen sat on the porch of his habitation unit, watching the sun dip below the jagged silhouette of the Razor Mountains. He was an old man now, his skin leathered by radiation, his breath coming in shallow rattles. He had been a terraformer once, an architect of worlds, before the Great Mistake had exiled him here. Now, he was just a mechanic keeping ancient scrubbers running.