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... ash, steady and smug.
Lucien pinched the dome closed. It sighed flat and was gone. We packed what hadn’t melted. The city on the horizon had stopped pretending to be a mirage.
Varga crouched and drew a quick map in the ash with one knuckle—ridge line, the valley of glass ribs, the black river. "We need eyes," he said. "Here." Tap on a notch along the crater rim.
Elise leaned in, hair stuck to her temple. "I can go—"
"No," Varga said before the word finished. "You ...
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