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The Sixty-Minute Mercy

Penulis: Odunayo
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-02 14:08:49

CHAPTER 54: THE SIXTY-MINUTE MERCY

The silence that followed Arthur Vane’s broadcast was more violent than the explosion that had leveled the penthouse. It was a cold, suffocating weight that pressed against the lungs of every rebel in the Deep-Gut lab. On the main monitor, my father’s face—half-hidden by that grotesque, liquid-silver prosthetic—was a mask of clinical perfection. He wasn’t a mourning parent; he was a man who had finally traded his last shred of humanity for a seat at the Counci
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