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Chapter 22. Probability Escape
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“GAS! FLOOR IT, CLAIRE!”

Oliver’s scream was swallowed by the roar of the stolen V8 Mustang, the engine howling like a wounded beast. The rear tires spun in place, burning rubber and flooding the crumbling parking structure with thick white smoke before the car finally shot forward.

BRAAAK!

Behind them, the last concrete pillar collapsed. From the cloud of debris, a massive figure of fire leapt out.

Wrath.

He did not run. He glided. Every time his feet struck the ground, the asphalt f
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