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... after a storm—the kind where every groan of the building’s steel beams, every drip of blood trickling from a ceiling crack, sounded like cannon fire against the suffocating stillness.
Sobin stood at the center of it all, surrounded by unconscious bodies—corpses, actually—and the wet remains of the Plunderer Boss. His fists unclenched slowly, blood dripping from his palms where his nails had dug too deep.
His breath was ragged, not from exertion but from the storm still raging ins ...
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