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... come from. The Runner crouched behind a tipped shelf, only the faint shimmer of its eyes giving it away.
Seconds dragged by.
A drip of water echoed somewhere behind the pharmacy counter.
No footsteps. No shadows moving.
Just a rusted pipe swaying slightly, bumping against a broken beam.
He exhaled, shoulders relaxing just a fraction.
"False alarm..."
The Runner crept up beside him, claws tapping softly on the cracked tiles. They moved deepe ...
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