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... with a quick intake of breath, surveying first her own situation before she extended her search outward.
She was, in short: fucked.
She was bound to a slab of concrete and rebar cut into a chairlike shape, kept in place by layer after layer of duct tape seemingly scavenged from the surrounding abandoned construction site.
I recognize this place.
She was in the Meyers building, a building in downtown destroyed during a Trigger rampage five years ago, allowed to re ...
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