A sealed container, aluminum. Still shiny.
He put it in his pocket and made his way back to the bunker.
Behind him the claws came back to life, moving into operation again. The procession resumed, metal spheres moving through the gray ash with their loads. He could hear their treads scrabbling against the ground.
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