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Leo thought of his rock hammer. His field boots. The way basalt columns split into perfect hexagons. He thought of order. Systems. Rules.

Leo backed away, but the door behind him had changed. It was now a deep, pulsing red, and it had no handle. oksn 191

“You’re not supposed to be here,” the man said without looking up. “This is OKSN-191’s wing.” Leo thought of his rock hammer