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... he fallen skyscraper was silent, illuminated entirely by the rhythmic, sickly-sweet glow of bioluminescent flora that had overgrown the ancient corporate architecture.
It wasn’t until they slipped through the narrow gap in the stone—navigating the staggered, overlapping rock-fold Allison had shaped from solid bedrock—that the debate started.
"I’m just saying," Don said, wiping scalding coffee off his chin as they stepped onto the carpet of [Warlord’s Star-Moss] that bathed Deep ...
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