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... er truly silent—there was always the distant hum of generators, the clank of patrol boots on steel grates, the faint whistle of cold northern winds sliding over barricades—but tonight the atmosphere felt... off.
Like a breath held too long.
Like something watching.
And in the dim belly of the supply hall, behind stacked crates of dried ration bars and chemical-preserved grain sacks, a man crouched in silence, his hands steady as he worked.
Larkin Oyesa, a medic, a ...
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