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Back in the Sanctum, Kian Voss went through his post-raid ritual. He took a cold shower in his new wash-unit, scrubbed the industrial grime from his skin, and washed his clothes. He hung his grey-white worker's fatigues over the electric heater to dry, standing naked in the warm glow of the vault.
He noticed the fabric was fraying at the knees and seat. His boots were also nearing total structural failure. I need to find a tailor or a cobbler, he thought. If I die out there, I lose everything—I need a stockpile of civilian clothes just so I don't have to respawn as a naked ghost.
He placed a grooved iron plate over the heater and poured a bottle of Sanctified Oil onto it. He scooped out a portion of nutrient starch and began frying "pancakes."
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