Pryon IX was no place for dreamers. The smog-choked industrial planet was a patchwork of rusted factories, toxic rivers, and orbital scrapyards spinning like carcasses in the gray skies above. For Drake Vance, it was home—and a hell he’d spent his entire life trying to escape.Drake’s mother had worked in the manufactories until her lungs failed, leaving him to fend for himself at the age of ten. His father, if he’d ever had one, was a ghost from some forgotten past. Alone in the slums of Scrap Town Alpha, Drake learned quickly that survival wasn’t a right—it was a skill.He hustled in the shadow of the orbital scrapyards, scavenging parts and selling them to shady mechanics who paid in food scraps or the occasional stolen credit chip. But even as a child, Drake’s sharp tongue and charm gave him an edge. He could talk his way out of trouble—and into opportunity.

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