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... or, the city's glow flickering orange against the night. Fires still burned—distant, relentless, eating up what the Skraiths hadn't smashed. My hands itched, the flame from the mimicry flickering in my mind, weak but there. Eighteen hours. What happened when it ran out? Would I lose it? Or would the system pull something new?
A scrape outside—metal on concrete, too close—snapped me straight. Liv tensed, pistol rising, her other hand sparking blue. I gripped the weapon, its hum spiking, r ...
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