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The fog that morning tasted of copper and old river mud. Adrian Cross woke with his face pressed against something cold and wet, and the first thing he noticed was not the cold or the wet but the fact that he was breathing when he should not have been breathing at all. The pajamas were wrong. Black fabric, scorched at the chest with three perfect holes that led nowhere—no wound, no blood, just...

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