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... and moved deeper into the untreated sector. The fog here was thicker, colder, clinging to his uniform like damp wool. It muffled the distant, titanic hum of Zenith’s levitation engines, reducing the world to a tight grey radius around him.
Thwack.
The sound was his compass. It was hypnotic—a metronome of perfect, violent impact cutting through the silence of decay.
He moved with the instinctive stealth he’d learned in Oakhaven’s alleys, keeping low, using the overgrown s ...
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