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... ack into place behind him. The street was still pale and washed out, dawn turning the ruins into shapes without color. He scanned left, then right. Nothing moved.
The Rezvani sat where he’d left it, nose pointed toward the main road. Dust clung to the hood, and flecks of dried blood were still on the bumper. The vehicle looked like it had fought a war alongside him—which, in a way, it had.
Riku crouched by the front tire first, fingers brushing the tread. Still good. No punctures ...
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