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... h under the tram where no one goes unless something is already on fire. Concrete sweated. The bridge thrummed like a sleeping animal dreaming of traffic. A dead camera watched nothing. The hatch wore a rusted padlock like a necklace it couldn’t afford.
Weird choice? Sure. But so was waking up in Mara’s bed a week and a half ago with a system glued to my eyeballs. Since then: nearly died in Lot C, stabbed an A-rank Guardian until it stopped existing, ran errands in the Fog-Mire where anot ...
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