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Home sweet home. The ever-present pall of volcanic ash lingered in the air, adding an orange undertone to the dreary gray skies. Gando wore the usual outdoor mask, so that the sour ash smell wouldn’t make his lungs burn. He looked toward the first in a row of greenhouses and shook his head in worry. An odd, undocumented blight had afflicted some of the strawberry plants. Bending down under the greenhouse’s polymer covering, he rubbed the gray stain on the leaves with his calloused fingers. He frowned, then uprooted the entire plant. This wasn’t good. He hoped he’d gotten it