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... billboards rattled overhead, broken glass littered the old helipad where Johnquis sat.
Beside him, Dancer perched on a twisted beam, silent, her eyes catching the last glimpse of blue sky before a dark cloud swallowed it whole.
Johnquis tore open a blood pack with his teeth. The plastic peeled with a sticky snap. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked it down like a starving leech. Warm, copper taste coating his tongue, iron filling the cracks in his throat.
"God, that’s go ...
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