The Last Nomad

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quiet hush of technology failing, skies darken

of survival in a world where trust got you killed faster than bullets. He moved like a shadow acro

ting from the earth, blackened by fire and choked with smoke. Ryker moved through

when he

face. Her shirt was torn. In her hand-clutched like her last lifeli

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