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Chapter 123

Penulis: Electron
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The vault’s interior air was thick, metallic, and stale, as if it had been holding its breath for years. Every sound they made was swallowed by the muffled hum of unseen machinery. Shadows clung to the corners of the chamber like stains that couldn’t be scrubbed away. The temperature was cold enough to numb fingertips, yet beneath it all, there was the faintest vibration—a mechanical heartbeat, pulsing through the steel bones of the place.

Eva drifted ahead, her boots whispering over the grated floor, her eyes moving with the wary precision of someone who’d spent a lifetime expecting traps. The pods were glass coffins, each containing the still shape of a child preserved in some unnatural slumber. Labels glowed faintly in digital script, each name paired with a cold designation. She didn’t want to look too closely at them—there was something obscene in the way their innocence had been cataloged.

A flicker caught her eye. A pedestal sat at the far end of the chamber, haloed in sterile
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