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... metal doorway, coughing and gasping. They didn’t stop. They couldn’t.
Jeric was half-dragging himself beside him, one hand still clutching the battered flashlight, the beam jittering across the cracked concrete of the alley. Behind them, the facility loomed like a dying beast, emergency sirens wailing low and broken.
"Where the hell are we?" Jeric panted, his eyes darting around wildly.
Reynold scanned the surroundings with sharp, quick glances. Faded signs. Rusted fence ...
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