NEW HUMANITY (2) In the city of Raviette, a single straight furrow had been gouged out, long like the track where a snowball had rolled. Ruuumble! With a deafening boom reminiscent of thunder, Son Yoo-jung was blown from one end of the city clear to the other. “Ow, shit…” Wedged between the ground and a wall, she glared forward, her...
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