The wind didn’t howl anymore. It just sighed, pushing ash in tiny dunes across the cracked concrete. This was the Reclamation Zone, a graveyard of rusted machinery and skeletal billboards. Most called it the Wasteland. Lily Carter called it home.
Today’s target was the old Solaris Array, a dish the size of a house, half-buried in vitrified sand. If she could rewire its control panel, she could power a signal booster. And that signal could reach the rumored settlements beyond the mountains.