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CHAPTER 110 - BEDTIME STORIES

Author: Lila Williams
last update publish date: 2026-01-24 19:55:20

Night fell over the Rusty Spoke.

Grace sat in the back room. Her bed. Her toys. Her stuffed rabbit held tight in her arms.

"I can't sleep," she said quietly.

Subject Seven sat beside her. My voice. My presence. But not my body.

"Bad dreams?" I asked through Subject Seven's mouth.

"No. Just—lonely." Grace hugged the rabbit tighter. "I miss you, Mommy. The real you. I miss your smell. Your laugh. Your arms around me."

My heart broke. Again. Like it broke every night when Grace went to bed and I c
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