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... light, a pillar of fire that cut through the storm clouds. I held it high above my head, my arm trembling from exhaustion and grief.
"Come on... someone has to see that," I panted, staggering back from the edge.
I heard a single, ragged shout—his voice—cut off by a wet, final crack. Silence hit like a wall.
He was gone.
I sank to my knees on the cold concrete, the flare burning brightly in my hand. I survived. But I was alone. And the boy who had saved me, who had ...
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