Manuel stared at the object in his hand.
It was a small, cheap smartphone, the kind sold in convenience stores. The screen was cracked, the battery taped to the back with black electrical tape. It had clearly been hidden deliberately.
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Manuel stared at the object in his hand.
It was a small, cheap smartphone, the kind sold in convenience stores. The screen was cracked, the battery taped to the back with black electrical tape. It had clearly been hidden deliberately.
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