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High pitched sirens fill the alley as a sentinel cruiser whizzes by. My back clings to the wall, desperate to stay in the shadows. My chest tightens and my palms become clammy as the low hum of a drone gets closer. My breaths come hard and fast. A numbing tingle rises through my arm. I must keep calm. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Focus. Everything becomes quiet. Time is still. The drone passes over. My eyes flick open. I move swiftly, keeping out of the blue light of the Twin Moons. I imagine Ulari waiting for me.
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