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Chapter 2: Lonely
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... Chariot walked home in the rainless dusk, boots clacking softly against the faded concrete, her figure a blur beneath neon haze and distant warning sirens.
It was always like this lately.
Silent streets. Empty benches. The air tasted faintly of copper, and the electric signs flickered above shuttered storefronts as if half-asleep, whispering to no one.
She adjusted the collar of her jacket and tilted her head toward the sky.
The sun looked wrong today. Not in colo ...
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