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... entrance of his apartment, letting his eyes adjust to the dim warmth of battery-powered lanterns and candlelight. The air inside smelled faintly of wax and cinnamon—something he’d once stolen from a church altar for nostalgia’s sake.
City H’s power was mostly back, but Alexei hadn’t flipped the main breaker.
He liked the quiet better.
Liked knowing his preparations weren’t dependent on anyone else’s grid.
He locked the door behind him, set the deadbolt, then walk ...
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