Isla Bennett’s boots crunched on a graveyard of shattered glass and scattered screws as she navigated the cluttered expanse of Sanctuary’s engineering bay. Flecks of dust danced in shafts of pale light, illuminating fractured circuits and the husks of ancient computers like specters of a technological Eden. Her fingers, callused and unyielding, rummaged through the detritus with surgical precision, extracting a goldpin connector with a victorious tug.
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