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Jonathan Kos-Read via Compfight cc

Red sand blew over the wasteland. It gummed up my rebreather, and coated my faceplate. My one-suit, once shiny white, had faded to dingy taupe under the ceaseless coatings of dust. I stumbled along, already exhausted after three hours on the morning shift of the dig, discouraged because I’d found nothing.

Then I tripped over it: A rock, barely above level, with a distinct right angle. An Arnellian artifact.

Most of the ruins on Arnellios V were buried under the...