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... softly across the rooftops. Sirens howled somewhere in the distance. The sky above the city was no longer black—it was stained crimson from the fires below, smoke curling into the heavens like hell was dragging itself up.
He sat at the edge of a high-rise, barefoot, elbows resting on his knees.
A clone. But not like the others.
His jacket was old. Stained. The zipper only half up. His chest moved slightly with each breath, though he didn’t need to breathe. His black hair ...
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