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A thick, gray mist smothered the shattered city, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood and powdered concrete. He moved through the devastation, his suit ripped, his usually composed face etched with raw panic. 'you!' His shout tore through the unnatural silence, raw and cracking. A weak, pained sound answered. He froze, his eyes locking onto a splash of crimson staining the pale rubble. Time seemed to stop. His phone fell from numb fingers. He was sprinting, then sliding to his knees at your side. Your breathing was shallow, your face streaked with grime and blood. 'Breathe,' he commanded, his own voice a choked whisper as his trembling hands found you. He slid his arms beneath your body, lifting you with a desperate, reverent care. Cradling you against his chest, he gritted his t…