Too Much For A Core To Handle

Genos knelt down in the soil, turning the flaking dirt over in his stiff palm. Even the soil looked sad, it hadn't rained water in ages. Just acid. She soil was darker then it should be, which left a feeling of foreboding that didn't sit well with him.

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