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In the cracked-dry basin of the Cinder Flats, rain hadn't fallen in seven hundred days. But water wasn't the rarest commodity. Trust was.

She should have thrown it into the acid sea. Instead, she went. meramob

No one had ever tried. The Meramob’s power wasn’t in its strength—it was in the belief that it could not be fought. But Lina had spent five years salvaging dead machines. She knew a secret: every system, no matter how elegant, has a single point of failure. In the cracked-dry basin of the Cinder Flats,