Eli found the slip of paper tucked inside a hollowed-out 1880 gold coin. It was a single string of lowercase letters and numbers: privatesociety180808embersouthdakotanewb
The Private Society hadn't been hoarding money; they had been hoarding the biological blueprints for the region’s future. In a world of changing climates and corporate monopolies, they held the only "clean" seeds left—the of the old world, ready to be struck into a new flame.
Access to experienced peers who can act as advisors.
> RUNNING_EMBER_v2.3 > SOURCING: SOUTHAKOTA_NEWB > CORE_TEMP: 1808°C (simulated) > STATUS: AWAITING_EMBERSOUL
