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Chapter 8

Penulis: Cynthia Jane
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-04 17:28:08

Chapter Eight: The Sterile Boundary

The drive to Julian’s private estate was silent, but the tension in the car was louder than any shout. Julian kept his eyes fixed on the road, his hands gripped so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles were white. He was breathing in a controlled, rhythmic pattern—the way a surgeon breathes before the first cut. He was trying to be the "Doctor" again, trying to use logic to bury the monster that had almost swallowed him in the morgue.

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