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... , only the faint crackling of burned-out circuits and the distant hum of dying power systems. The tension from the previous several minutes hung like a ghost, and the air still smelled of dust and ozone.
We paused for a while, Anthony and I, to collect our breath.
He then gave me a shoulder clap. "Not bad, boss."
I exhaled. "You either."
"Come on, let's get out of here before this place decides to fall apart anyway."
With our footfall resonating across the ...
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