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The mud squelched under Rodin’s boots as he pushed through the weeds, rounding the crumbling walls and broken stonework. The air hung heavy with moisture, a mist that might have been refreshing out in the wilds but was simply miserable this far into the districts. Especially here.
He’d pushed through a break in the rusted fence, following the map Cali had shown him. This, apparently, was the remains of an old factory, although Rodin would have expected some taller buildings to remain if that were the truth. Regardless, it was also the entrance to Authority’s Factory. According to Cali’s surveillance, there was a way in about five minutes’ walk away.
Rodin brought a hand round to the back of his neck, felt the raised patch of skin, just by a rough scar. It felt just like his o
