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Chapter 16: Shadows of the New Dawn
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The world beyond the hub was eerily silent. For Anna, the quiet was unsettling, a stark contrast to the chaos they’d just escaped. As the sun began to rise, its first rays painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, casting long shadows over the ruined landscape.

Alex leaned heavily against a broken pillar, his hand still pressed to his bleeding side. Anna stood beside him, scanning the horizon, her weapon still clutched tightly in her hands.

“We should keep moving,” Marcus said, his voice sharp with urgency. “Ethan’s gone, but his men aren’t. They’ll regroup, and when they do, they’ll come for us.”

Alex winced as he straightened. “They’ll do more than that. With Echo scattered, every faction that wanted it will now be scrambling to reclaim the fragments.”

Gray shook her head, pacing anxiously. “We didn’t just stop a war; we started a race. Do you realize what kind of chaos we’ve unleashed?”

Anna’s jaw tightened. “We didn’t have a choice. Leaving Echo in Ethan’s hands wasn’t an opti
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