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... less fleets of cars sailed across stone roads called highways that stretched across half the world. Nothing but ruins remained of them now, and Gatesville happened to be built under one. Great concrete pillars as tall as hills surged from the wasteland and propped up an ancient bridge of stone.
It looked like an archway from afar. A set of gates.
The structure loomed over a shadowed slum filled with poorly constructed shacks separated by the road. Better buildings stood atop the ...
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