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"Fine," Jin muttered, finally opening his eyes. "Let's do a draw. Sample from the tower sump."

"Probably," Elara agreed. But she didn't move. Her eyes drifted to the five-gallon drum in the corner of the chem lab, its label a cheerful blue and white:

Then came the Blue Barrel.

There was a soft thump , like a cork coming off a bottle.

She put her gloved hand near the quill. The air around it was cool. Too cool.