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... Even when the wind fell asleep, the base vibrated with a constant murmur: the creaking of cables, the clinking of tools, the weary groans of men who had been awake for far too long. Dylan, crouched between two stacks of crates, observed the ballet of workers and soldiers with a glacial calm that masked the tension in his neck.
He made himself into the shadow of someone utterly ordinary. His face was dirty, his hands reddened by fake labor he sometimes mimed to divert attention. In realit ...
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