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CHAPTER 63 : The Riot

Autor: Nova Thorne
last update Data de publicação: 2026-01-25 14:38:20

The heavy boots pounded against the metal grating. They were close.

"This way," I hissed. I pulled Elena into the shadow of a support pillar just as three armored guards rounded the corner.

They held stun batons that crackled with blue electricity. They weren't looking for a lost patient. They were looking for a target.

"Subject 404 is missing," one of them shouted. "Seal the exits."

Elena trembled against me. She covered her ears and hummed a frantic, broken tune to block out the noise.

I look
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