The Crimson Bloom: A Deadly Plague

The flickering holoscreen on the Governor's command console pulsed an ominous red. Ashton leaned in, the sterile air of the makeshift headquarters doing little to alleviate the growing knot in his stomach. The [Global Events] system, a rarely used and often unreliable function, was screaming at him. A series of cascading notifications, each more alarming than the last, scrolled across the screen.

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