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The shell cracked the plaster, and the dust settled in Elias’s throat before he even realized he was breathing. He coughed, a wet, rattling sound that echoed off the shattered shelves of the university library, his fingers white-knuckled around the bundle of cloth tucked under his arm. It was a heavy thing, that bundle, not because of the fabric, which was thin and worn, but because of what it...
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