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... t on the bench outside the classroom. The wood was hard. The sun was warm. His eyes wanted to close.
Three hours of sleep. The crack in the Grey District had fought back. A Wanderer class. Claws like glass. It had taken until three in the morning to seal.
He held a can of coffee. It was lukewarm. He didn’t drink it. He just held it. The cold metal grounded him.
Ryota sat on the railing. He swung his legs. He held a bag of chips. He was vibrating with energy.
"It’s ...
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