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... t was hard to miss—a boulder-sized mass of ice right in the middle of the street.
Not carved, not designed, not even masked. Just raw, blunt, unnatural frost, glaring like a wound in the warm, polished heart of Region-1.
Art whistled low, hands in his pockets, amusement flickering in his eyes. "See? Didn’t take us a while."
Zyon’s lips twitched. "Yeah. But now comes the annoying part."
The frozen lump sat right in front of a shady alley—one that was unmistakably g ...
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