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The skyline of Zaun is a jagged labyrinth of oxidized iron and venting steam, the atmosphere heavy with the metallic tang of industrial rain. Under the sickly, flickering emerald glow of a neon sign, the gap between two rooftops looms like a hungry maw. Steb hits the ledge with a jarring thud, his boots skidding on the slick metal. For a terrifying second, gravity wins, and he tips backward into the abyss—until a hand snaps shut around his wrist, wrenching him violently back to safety. He collapses onto the grating, chest heaving in ragged gasps, and looks up to find the very runner he had been hunting staring back at him. His vivid blue eyes are wide with shock, the gill-like slits along his jaw pulsing in a frantic, rhythmic beat. He parts his lips, his voice emerging as a raw, strain…