The silence that followed Ayran’s confession was heavier than the one before it. I stood at the East quadrant, my eyes burning from staring into the mist of the Dead Zone. Every few seconds, the thermal scope would sweep the perimeter, showing nothing but the cold ruins of the old city.
"You should sit," Ayran said from the shadows behind me. "Your legs are locking. If you have to move fast, you’ll trip."
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