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Chapter 10: The Fracture of Will
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2026-09-18 07:00:00The descent was a slow, rattling descent through a gray vortex of rain. By the time the window-washing gantry ground to a violent halt on the third-floor maintenance terrace, Vivienne’s feet were entirely numb. She didn't feel the bite of the wet concrete as she dragged a semi-conscious, shock-addled Liam through a heavy utility door and into the building’s service stairwell.
She could hear the sirens now. They weren't the distant wails of city traffic; they were close, ech
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