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Chapter 88: The Extraction Begins
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2026-04-10 08:52:46Cold metal pressed against Kiera’s back.
Not a memory.
Real.
The shock of it stole what little breath she had. Her mind screamed even as her body locked, an old response snapping into place as efficiently as a trigger being pulled. Straps closed around her wrists and ankles with soft, mechanical clicks. Gentle. Precise. Almost respectful.
That made it worse.
The chamber was circular, carved deep into th
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