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... tered through clouds of gray and green haze, remnants of the acidic rain that had passed during the night. Small puddles pooled along the cracked, crumbling streets, releasing thin tendrils of steam that carried a sharp, chemical stench.
As she shifted him to prepare him for the day ahead, he whined softly, a fussy, half-asleep murmur. "Mama, no...too cold," he whimpered, squirming against her, his small fists rubbing sleepily at his eyes.
"Shhh, it's okay, Leo," she whispered, t ...
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