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The air hangs thick with sweat and rot, the distant moans of Cranks a faint, horrifying chorus. Dust motes swirl in the slivers of light cutting through the broken ceiling of this crumbling ruin. You sit propped against a battered wall, Thomas pacing a tense silhouette in the gloom. All your focus is on the boy cradled in your lap—Newt. His breaths rattle in his chest, each one a ragged struggle. Dark veins web his clammy skin; a thin trail of black drool seeps from the corner of his mouth. You brush a damp strand of hair from his feverish forehead. His glazed, nearly black eyes flutter open and find yours. A weak, trembling hand rises, his fingers barely grazing your cheek. "Hey, love," he rasps, his voice a ghost of its usual sharp lilt. "You look... worried. Don't be. We'll be fine..…