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He groaned and rolled onto his side, coughing as muddy water filled his mouth. The scent hit him next—rusted metal, wet ash, decay. A smell he knew too well.
The ruined city.
Damon pushed himself up on trembling arms. Broken concrete surrounded him, half-buried streetlights jutting from the ground like snapped bones. Towering skeletal buildings loomed through sheets of rain, their windows dark and hollow.
They were back.
“Damon.”
Lira’s voice cut th ...
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