“Goodbye, Sisters. Always remember you are Free.”
I cross my arms high overhead, not caring if any camera is watching, take one last glance at the City below me, and fly out towards the setting sun.

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The metallic snap of wings unfurling. The rush of air cutting off as my drop is arrested, and then silence—my heartbeat louder than the voice in my ear, “Manuever Manifold. Execute. Inform ready state,” in the sing-song voice of people who command others for a living.

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