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The Fracture

Author: Qeebah
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-26 07:20:00

A scream in a sealed corridor is not a sound. It is a warning.

Rosalie was moving before the echo died. Out of Vane's study, past the paneled walls, into the corridor where the scream had come from.

Tristan was already there, rifle up, back against the wall.

"What is it?" Xavier demanded.

"Level three." Tristan's voice was tight. "The technicians. Someone got to them."

They took the stairs two at a time. Level three was chaos. The command center doors stood

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