The door to the inner chamber groaned open with the grinding of gears and the hissing of penumatics. Steam hissed from the doorway corners and dissipated quickly, while automatic lights flickered and blinked on, warm, yellow light filtered down from the twenty-foot ceiling.
The room was largely empty except for the golden cylinder that stood in the cente…
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