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Chapter 199: The Last Supper
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2025-12-26 22:08:51The wind outside the Barrow safe house had picked up, screaming like a lost soul seeking entry, but inside, the air was filled with a sound almost as alarming: the smoke alarm.
"It’s supposed to be reduction!" Hailey coughed, waving a dishtowel frantically at a cloud of black smoke billowing from the industrial stove. "A red wine reduction!"
"It’s reducing alright," Ben Carter muttered, peering into the pot. "It’s reduced to charcoal. And that wasn't red wine, Hailey. That was medical-grade ethanol."
"Same alcohol content," Hailey argued, her face smeared with soot. "Basically."
It was the night before the end of the world. Or at least, the end of their world. Tomorrow, they would drive into the heart of the polar storm to face an army of genetically modified soldiers and a brother who wanted to become a god. But tonight, Jack had ordered a mandatory "morale maintenance protocol."
In layman’s terms: a family dinner.
T
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The wind outside the Barrow safe house had picked up, screaming like a lost soul seeking entry, but inside, the air was filled with a sound almost as alarming: the smoke alarm."It’s supposed to be reduction!" Hailey coughed, waving a dishtowel frantically at a cloud of black smoke billowing from the industrial stove. "A red wine reduction!""It’s reducing alright," Ben Carter muttered, peering into the pot. "It’s reduced to charcoal. And that wasn't red wine, Hailey. That was medical-grade ethanol.""Same alcohol content," Hailey argued, her face smeared with soot. "Basically."It was the night before the end of the world. Or at least, the end of their world. Tomorrow, they would drive into the heart of the polar storm to face an army of genetically modified soldiers and a brother who wanted to become a god. But tonight, Jack had ordered a mandatory "morale maintenance protocol."In layman’s terms: a family dinner.T
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