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Chapter 32 The Final Piece of Ground
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2026-08-09 22:00:00It was a total psychic integration, a breach of every boundary of self. He was seeing his own surgery through Sebastian’s eyes, and he was feeling the adrenaline-jolt of his own pain through Victor’s fingers.
I am a fucking bridge, he thought, the bitterness giving him strength.
He fought the anesthesia. He channeled every ounce of the agony into a focus that felt like a spearhead. He pushed his own identity into the br
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"I’m carrying a man, not a corpse, and you’d do well to remember the difference," Adrian retorted, his voice vibrating with a dangerous, low-frequency hum that signaled his augmentations were beginning to push back against the sub-zero temperatures. He shifted his grip, the slick, iron-tasting blood on Victor’s tactical vest coating his own palms. "Where is the extraction point? Give me a coordinate or I swear, if I survive this, I’m coming for your throat."Sebastian’s laugh was thin, a digital ghost in the earpiece. "You’re in no position to issue threats, Adrian. Check your tactical display. I’ve uploaded a ghost signal. It’ll ping as a decoy three miles to the east. Follow the drainage line another five hundred meters. There’s a service hatch. It leads to a storm-water reservoir below the old mill. Someone will be there.""Someone?" Adrian’s fingers traced the outline of the hilt at his hip, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. "Who? Syndicate cleaners? M
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