Plymouth Cordage Ξ Little Brother
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After entering the power plant we began to make our way to the main generator hall. Thick rust coated every metal surface, and was no doubt the result of years of exposure to moist salty air blowing through missing windows from the ocean which was steps away. Two of us had sliced our hands open while contending with a fence, and I was beginning to wonder when my last tetanus shot was. Nonetheless, the space was incredible and proved to be worth all the effort it took to get there...