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July 13, 2003
Sierra found a small cupboard that someone had made a feeble attempt to crack open. He jerked at the handle, hard, and managed to snap the rusty lock. Inside were racks of surgical instruments; dull scalpels, syringes, applicators, trimmers and a few electric tools ruined by leaking batteries. A century or so earlier, before precision tooling was common, they would have been worth at least a day’s effort to retrieve.

The deeper he got into the building, the fewer signs he saw that anyone had gone before him. Precious treasures of the Golden Century had simply been left to rot.