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The climb grew steeper. His lungs burned, each breath filtered through a charcoal canister that was three days past its expiration date. Just as he felt his knees buckle, the path leveled out into a concrete plaza. At the far end stood a monolith of polished chrome, jarringly clean against the surrounding decay.

As he moved, his boots crunched on glass and silicon. He wasn't alone. Other silhouettes moved in the periphery, shadows with the same desperate gait. No one spoke. In the Lowlands, breath was too expensive to waste on pleasantries. Continue para o ponto de verificação 1

The machine whirred. A green light swept over his face, scanning his retinas, his pores, the very exhaustion etched into his skin. For a heartbeat, the world was silent. "Validation successful," the voice announced. The climb grew steeper