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Chapter 221: The Court of Rust
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2026-01-08 22:42:23The world didn't smell like money anymore. It smelled of oxidized iron, stagnant water, and the sharp, coppery tang of old blood.
Jack Sterling floated in a sea of pain. It wasn't the sharp, adrenaline-fueled pain of combat; it was a dull, crushing weight, as if the collapsed Sterling Tower was still resting on his chest. His ribs felt like a bag of gravel. His pelvis was a fire of agony with every micro-movement. But the worst was his left arm. The Entropy Hand was silent, but it felt heavy, like a dead limb of lead attached to his shoulder, radiating a coldness that made his teeth chatter.
"Shiny man... wake up."
The voice was deep, resonant, and sounded like boulders grinding together.
Jack forced his eyes open. His eyelids felt like sandpaper.
The first thing he saw was a flickering fluorescent tube, buzzing like a trapped insect, hanging by a single wire from a ceiling made of rusted corrugated metal. Water dripped rhythmically. Plip. Plip
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