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... . No edges. No structure.
Lucas hit the ground first. Hard. Every breath was like gravel in his lungs. His body ached in too many places to count—one arm was half-dead from blood loss, and the blade wound hadn’t sealed.
He blinked, trying to focus.
Nothing sharpened.
A haze coated everything. Like the world had been dipped in smoke and code static.
Then—
"Ava—"
"Lucas?"
Her voice echoed—too loud, distorted.
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