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... re flat ground had been. Cracks cutting through the terrain like scars. The rocks of the northern canyon collapsed into irregular piles. The air still smelled of burnt energy, of ozone, of something harder to name.
Alex looked at it from where he sat.
He hadn’t slept.
Not exactly. He had closed his eyes sometime between midnight and dawn, and something resembling rest had occurred, but the Fragment murmured even in that state, softer than before, more background than fore ...
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