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Chapter 63: The Child Who Couldn’t Wait

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-02-16 10:30:42

"Mommy! It’s biting me! The light is biting me and I can’t—I can’t let go!"

The comms unit didn't just crackle; it shrieked with the sound of Leo’s voice being ripped in half. In that heartbeat, the world I had meticulously rebuilt since the river simply ceased to exist. My lungs seized, a vacuum of air where a breath should have been, and the Ear-Ringing tinnitus of absolute, paralyzing terror drowned out the low, tectonic rumble of the Black Abyss.

"Leo!" I didn't shout; the n

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