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Chapter 11

作者: Cynthia Jane
last update 最終更新日: 2026-03-04 19:01:09

Chapter Eleven: The Final Prescription

The world didn't fade to black; it faded to a cold, clinical blue. The sedative Julian had slammed into my arm was fast, but my soul was fighting it. I was slumped against the damp earth of the clearing, my cheek pressed against rotting leaves, watching through half-closed lids as the red laser dots danced across Julian’s chest.

He didn't run. He stood in the center of the clearing, the two silver scalpels gripped in his blackened hands. The violet flame r
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