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The Scavengers’ Spark

Author: Beo

2025-08-31 22:06:30

The ash plain stretched under a sky of unbroken gray, its silence a weight that pressed on Jason’s hollowed chest. He walked with Eryn and Mara’s group—five survivors, their blades and spears glinting faintly in the dim light. His broken knife was all he had, a relic of a man he no longer recognized. The enclave’s cage held, its blue glow sealed, but the hum in the air lingered, a reminder that the haze slept but dreamed. Eryn’s small hand brushed his, her signal cloth tucked into her belt, her eyes sharp with Lira’s fire. Mara led her people with a steady stride, her scar a mirror of the concord’s ghosts.

Jason’s mind was a void, his will drained by the enclave, but memories flickered—Callen’s grin as he spliced wires, promising a spark; Lira’s scar as she shielded Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth haunted him: The haze is your reflection. Their alliance was a new thread, fragile but alive, yet every step risked waking the beast they’d bound.

Eryn paused, he

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