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Chapter 64: The Chair

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-30 08:21:47

The footsteps stopped just beyond the threshold.

For a heartbeat, nothing moved.

The hum deepened, a vibration that crawled up the bones of the room and rattled her teeth. The chair shuddered again, restraints tightening with a sharp click that felt far too eager. Light pulsed along cables embedded in the floor, racing toward the platform like veins filling with blood.

Ronan planted himself between Kiera and the machinery, feet braced, shoulders squared. He was aware of everything at once—the a
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