In his backpack, wrapped in oilcloth and strapped tight to his spine, was the weight of a thousand years. It wasn't gold or water, though in this wasteland, men killed for far less. It was a tablet—an old Android device, its screen spider-webbed but its heart still beating.
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That night, under the flickering light of a scavenged campfire, Kael didn't fight with a blade. He sat in the center of the stadium and pressed 'Play.' In his backpack, wrapped in oilcloth and strapped
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