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Monikov’s route cut through the , a narrow passage lined with bio‑luminescent vines that glowed a steady emerald. He tapped his wrist‑pad, feeding the 19805 signature into the MPG‑65’s onboard processor. The craft’s color field shifted to a calming teal, muting the violet surge that threatened to swallow the alley.
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