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... ow hummed quietly beside his shoulder. Outside, the city passed by in lazy, broken rhythm, cracked sidewalk, busted glyph lights, a collapsed courier stand still plastered with mana warnings from three years ago.
Senna was asleep now. Or close to it. Her breath made small fog patches on the glass.
Mira had her arm folded across her chest, one boot braced against the seat in front of her. Callen muttered something about soup and passed out fully vertical.
Gen was still hum ...
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