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... its rust, it whispered.
Kiro sat on the cold remains of a half-buried Kruger drone, arms draped loosely over his knees, cloak folded beside him like a discarded skin. Above him, the artificial moons flickered like dying memories, caught in a rotation cycle that had long since forgotten its rhythm.
For the first time in weeks, his heartbeat wasn’t a war drum.
It was just... a heartbeat.
He closed his eyes.
The dreamworld hadn’t followed him ...
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