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Chapter Forty Two: This Earth
Shepard doesn't remember this Earth.
She remembers the corner of 8th and Wilcox, with its exhaustingly loud vendors of fruit and hand-crafted jewelry and pirated omni-vid files. She remembers the boys on their bicycles, posted up outside Sal's Subs, their static-punctured radio channels blaring from their stolen omni-tools. She remembers the boarded-up grocery, where the neighborhood's elderly camped their rockers out front, decades-old newspapers blowing across the street like urban tumbleweeds.
Shepard looks at the devastation around her, the Crucible's beam in the distance.
She doesn't remember this Earth.
Ruined and silent and still.
Shepard doesn't remember a dead planet.