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... a jagged scar across the earth. It was paved with cracked basalt and dusted with a perpetual layer of grey grit that blew in from the refinery chimneys to the south. There were no trees here, only the rusted skeletons of abandoned power-line pylons that hummed with a low, ghostly vibration in the wind.
Vane walked with a steady, rhythmic pace. Mara was draped over his shoulder, her small frame surprisingly light despite the weight of the situation. He had wrapped her in his spare traveli ...
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