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098: Failure

作者: Lavender Pen
last update 公開日: 2026-03-26 22:08:20

TW: Mentions of blood and gore. If you’re squeamish, skip the flashback.

HAYDEN

For a second, my brain nearly does exactly what it has been trained to do for years. Lie.

"No," I almost say.

The word rises to the back of my throat automatically, the same way I've lied to investors, reporters, board members, and enemies a thousand times before.

But this is Eden. And she's looking at me like she already knows. My back is still to her but I can feel her eyes on me. I haven't moved
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