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He teetered this way and that as more tiles and masonry fell away, spinning into the blue-glowing deeps. And down there, far below - red-roaring fire!
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He ran along the catwalk, his forebrain concentrating on what was directly before him as he let his subconscious work out the location of the sniper from the double flashes dial had registered on the periphery of his vision.