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... coming off. One sleeve still had a chunk of vine stuck to the cuff. His boots squelched with every step like they'd personally insulted the jungle and gotten payback.
He turned left at the rail divider.
Same sidewalk. Same broken bricks. Same half-lit streetlight above the corner noodle stall.
A guy in a suit was leaning against the wall near the tram stop.
Which didn't fit.
Nobody in a clean suit stood in the West Fleura field zone unless they were lost, ...
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