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Jax took a breath and stepped closer. He had the Ultrakill cradled at his hip now, not yet firing. The scar on his palm pulsed and a name rose in his mouth, half-remembered. He did not know how he knew it. It was the kind of memory you get from other people's pillows: a single syllable of someone who had once loved bread and paid taxes and been forgotten. Saying it aloud felt like picking at a scab.

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