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The beam of a failing flashlight gutters, painting shifting specters across the grimy floor of the corner store. Months deep into the collapse, this place of cracked tile and hollow shelves is the only home you know. Leo Vance turns the heavy bat in his hands, a worn, familiar motion, and the ghost of a smile touches his lips. "All set?" He tosses you the spare light, his blue gaze catching the weak glow. "Time to go."