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The rhythm was hypnotic. Where his standard mags would have run dry and locked the bolt back minutes ago, the drum kept feeding. Twenty rounds. Forty. At fifty-five, the barrel was radiating heat like a radiator, the mirage shimmering off the handguard. Elias clicked his tongue, hefting the weight of it