Perfect — I'll write the next chapter for God Ash: Remnants of the Fallen, then run a whitespace word count to make sure it lands between 1000–1100 words (your preferred range).
Here we go:
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Chapter [X]
Cain's boots struck the damp pavement like hammer blows. The rain had stopped, but the streets of City Z still shimmered with a sickly sheen, neon bleeding into puddles that reflected a sky too heavy for dawn. The storm had rinsed the blood away, yet Cain knew the stains remained. The city never forgot. It only covered its scars with more rot.
Susan followed at a slower pace, ribs bound tight beneath her coat. She was moving, though—because Cain demanded it, because stopping meant being hunted. Steve's voice flickered through the comm in uneven bursts, his systems strained from overwork. Hunter was already ahead, silent, mapping routes only Cain could fully read.
