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In the center of the room sat a woman in a rocking chair. She looked a hundred years old, her skin like parchment, watching a holographic display of the world outside. "You're late, Elias," she said, without turning around. "How do you know my name? And who are you?"

The coordinates led Elias to the "Dead Zone," a jagged wasteland of rusted rebar and grey dust outside the city’s oxygen dome. Armed with a portable breather and a handheld scanner, Elias trekked three miles past the ruins of the Old World. 3792-5460530

Elias left the vault as a clerk and returned to the city as a revolutionary, the weight of the world's lungs tucked safely in his pocket. In the center of the room sat a woman in a rocking chair

It was a subterranean conservatory, sprawling for acres. Sunlight was piped in through a complex network of fiber-optic cables that reached the surface like secret straw. Thousands of species of extinct flora—vibrant hydrangeas, towering oaks, and wild, unmanicured grass—filled the air with a scent Elias had only ever known as "Scent #04: Forest." "How do you know my name