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Chapter Seventy Nine: Not Giving Up
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2026-04-08 22:00:00ALPHA GAVIN
I always thought if I ever saw my father again, I’d be ready. Angry. Controlled. Untouchable. Instead, I feel like I’m twelve years old again and standing in a doorway he never walked back through. The lab smells like antiseptic and burnt circuitry. Metal and cold air. My lungs drag against it like the oxygen is rationed. Maybe it is. Everything here feels measured. Like it’s calculated, engineered. Including this moment.
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