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Chapter Sixty-six – Double Bind[Part 1]

Auteur: Mercy V.
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-20 17:23:38

I used to think decisions had clean edges.

Yes.

No.

Stay.

Go.

Push the button.

Don’t.

That was before I’d stood in front of enough systems to know most choices were more like trying to pick which part of you gets burned first.

We’d slipped our ghost into Dominion’s core.

Now, we waited to see who noticed first.

Them—

Or the part of me Alexander had left behind.

***

Dominion noticed.

It's faster than I’d hoped.

It was slower than I’d feared.

Two days after the infiltration, Niko’s screen lit up
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