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“Race?” Knuckles repeated, a corner of his mouth twitching.

“You called me here,” Sonic said. “Besides, I needed to see the view.” sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work

Sonic shrugged. “Why would I? You’re epic as you are.” “Race

The wind smelled of copper and ozone as Sonic skidded to a stop on the ridge overlooking Angel Island. Below, the ruins glowed with the last amber of sunset; above, the sky had deepened to bruised red. He rolled onto his back, letting the chill of the stone seep into him, and watched Knuckles moving like a shadow among the broken pillars. “Race?” Knuckles repeated