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Chapter 163: The Legacy in the Stone

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-03-24 00:16:14

The dark wasn’t a place; it was a hungry, synthetic weight that tasted of hospital-grade oxygen and the absolute, airless silence of a grave I hadn’t authorized.

I tried to scream, but the muscles in my jaw felt like they were fused with industrial adhesive. My throat was a desert of scoured glass, every shallow breath a laceration against lungs that felt like they were being crushed by a hydraulic press. I forced my eyes open, but the world didn't rush in—it bled. A sterile, flickerin

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