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  1. Bleck, that was all crap. What mattered now was run and gun. She swiveled her turret toward a gaggle of lesser wraiths, blasting luminous holes with carefully-managed fire. Charred flecks of gray cloaks drifted on dead air.
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  3. (Chapter 3)
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