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"Move fast, Crane," the response crackled through. "The shadows are stretching. You don’t want to be caught on the street when the light dies."

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The parkour that felt like play in the daylight became a desperate gamble in the dark. He lunged for a zip line, the wind whipping past his ears as he soared over a pack of infected. Behind him, he heard the screech—a guttural, chest-vibrating roar that told him he’d been spotted. "Move fast, Crane," the response crackled through