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... moved toward the coffin. The wind bit into him, but his steady hook line and cape kept him balanced.
He pulled the hook free with a sharp pull and ran. Boots slammed across the creaking frame, rain sheeting off rusted steel. He leapt, caught a dangling sign, swung over a gap and landed hard on the shell of an old bus jammed into the building’s side.
Below, the street boiled with movement. The Eaters were clawing at the coffin now, Heads snapped around like rats fighting over scra ...
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