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A pair of double doors slid apart, revealing a train platform under the light of a few tall lamps, and Melissa bolted through. Even in the dark of night, she could see the plume of smoke rising up to the sky, dark clouds briefly obscuring the purple moon. The vertical farm had been thoroughly destroyed.
She turned.
Aiden exited the train behind her, stepping out into a cool spring night. “Bleakness take me,” he said, looking around. “Who would blow up a farm? There is nothing to be gained by that.”
Melissa smiled, bowing her head to him. “That's what we're here to find out,” she said, brushing a lock of hair off her cheek. “Come on. Director Andalon told us to meet him at the crime scene.”
She ran down the steps from the raised platform, taking them two by two. Very few people used
