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... grapher again. My HUD says 45 minutes. Another active skill would zero my clock and kill me instantly.
I have to rely on physics. And dirt.
I kick the heavy coffee table with my heel, flipping it towards Rae’s knees. It’s a distraction. A clumsy, desperate move meant to buy me a fraction of a second to reach the knife of the fallen henchman.
Rae doesn’t even blink.
He doesn’t dodge the table. He steps through it.
Blue light flares around his shins—a < ...
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