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... ved cleanly.
Too clean.
It cut through the morning air with precision—amplified, directional, unmistakably intentional. Not an alarm this time. Not a warning dragged from rust and neglect.
A voice.
“Remain where you are,” it said. “This area is under control.”
The sound carried from the ridge ahead, projected by surviving machinery that still believed authority was a matter of volume and clarity.
The woman did not stop walking.
The man tilt ...
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