In the pit-mines of a dying moon, salvation is buried beneath rust, bone, and corporate betrayal. Kora Brint knows better than to trust the system that chews up workers and spits out corpses. But when a salvage run into an abandoned vault uncovers a mysterious relic - a pulsing, god-wrought sphere with a mind of its own - Kora and her old crew find themselves hunted by cults, corporations, and something far worse: purpose. As Rask-Vel's underbelly stirs with old tech and older ghosts, the artifact begins to wake... and judge. It doesn't forgive. It doesn't forget. And it doesn't do mercy. Welcome to a blue-collar sci-fi tale of union strikes, dirty magic, divine math, and the kind of loyalty forged in blood, bolts, and bone dust. Perfect for fans of grimy salvagepunk fiction.
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