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Continuing the opening from The Long Dark, Anna drives a crawler across the surface of a massive plant hundreds of meters deep, and is eyeing up a beacon she needs to retrieve over dodgy terrain.
She checked the chrono. Plenty of hours of daylight left. “See you for supper. Charlie Tango seven niner, out.”
A quick scan of her surroundings. Glints in the distance reflected coppery sky from a network of catchpools. Beyond, grey shadows marked a series of ridges and a few clouds darkened the horizon, too far to be threatening just yet. To one side, the ground sloped up to merge with the bleached-bone swelling of a structural rib. Safe to travel on, but leading away in the wrong direction.
Anna pursed her lips. If she was going to stow that beacon, she’d have to fetch it the hard way.
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