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Damon remained on one knee, rain sliding off his skin in thin streams, every breath scraping his lungs raw. The street around them was a ruin of ash, scattered limbs, and fading light where the Remnant had been. Nothing moved—no zombies, no shadows.
Too clean.
Too sudden.
Shadow paced in a tight circle, hackles raised, nose lifted to the air. Ember stood rigid, ears pinned back, eyes locked on the surrounding ruins as if expecting the city itself to lunge.
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