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Chapter 61

Autor: ASHVA
last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-22 18:38:33

Alfonso’s POV

The private medical wing smelled of sterile alcohol and clean cotton, which was a hell of an improvement over burning thermite and mud.

I stood in the hall, rolling my stiff neck until the joints popped, watching Callisto do his thing through the observation window. The kid was tiny on that hospital bed. An eight-year-old bundled under crisp white sheets, swallowed whole by the pillows, an IV drip steadily feeding saline and nutrients into the back of his bruised little hand.

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