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... to the abandoned wind farm, 20 miles north of the Haven, the quarry’s jagged outline looming in the distance.
The air was thick with grit, the rusted turbines creaking in the wind, their blades frozen in decay, the ground littered with broken concrete and twisted rebar.
Freya, in her icy blue bodysuit, her mask covering everything below her eyes, gripped the wheel, her white cape fluttering.
Rhea, lounging in the passenger seat, her orange and black bodysuit pulsing with ...
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