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... nder the weight of rust and neglect. As the group made their way down from the rubble-strewn crossing, Kev’s boots echoed hollowly on the cracked pavement. The city lay sprawled before them—a vast graveyard of glass shards, steel skeletons, and forgotten dreams. Here and there, faint glimmers of life struggled against the oppressive silence.
"We can’t stay on this bridge much longer," Bell muttered, scanning the horizon with tired eyes. "The longer we linger, the more likely we draw atte ...
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