Leo and Carter stood at the edge of a ruined street. The Inspector’s briefing on the Sleeper was still fresh in Leo's mind, a grim report he had already passed on to Carter.
Though the sun hung at its zenith, its light seemed to die before it could penetrate the oily darkness of the toxic waste that flooded the chasm below. This part of the Scraps was long abandoned, the road shattered into great concrete slabs that formed a crude ramp down
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