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The world around him flickered. The smell of synthetic ozone vanished, replaced by the scent of salt air and drying grass. For a split second, he wasn't in a cramped, metallic slum. He was standing on a cliffside, watching a sun that wasn't filtered through smog.
"What is it?" Jax asked, leaning in, his cybernetic eye whirring.
What kind of should we dive into for the next chapter?
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