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... out actually being present.
Her body moved in flawless synchronization with the other Argent Sentinels, their white and silver uniforms catching the last rays of the setting sun like a squadron of particularly well-dressed soldiers. Their formation was textbook. A perfect wedge, with Professor Anya Petrova at the apex, her heels striking the pavement with the regularity of a metronome. Click. Click. Click.
Each step was a countdown. To what, Celeste wasn’t entirely sure. Perhaps ...
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