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... on reflected off puddles, the air thick with smoke from skewers sizzling on open grills, the smell of roasted squid and burning sugar clinging to their clothes. Lin pushed forward, Keller at his shoulder, Min-joon stumbling in their wake, and the scout still bound, dragged half against his will, half by his own defiant stride.
But beneath the noise of the city, Lin heard it—sirens in the distance, too faint for the crowd to notice but sharp enough to pierce his ears. A pattern. Not rando ...
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