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CHAPTER 108: THE CRYO-STASIS LOOPHOLE
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2026-04-28 22:18:11GABRIEL'S POV
January 22, 2026. 10:03 PM.
The construction site is a riot of noise and light. Portable generators roar against the wind, and welding sparks spit angry arcs of white-hot magnesium into the night, blinding anyone looking in the wrong direction.
It’s perfect cover. Nobody notices a shadow detaching itself from the chaos and slipping into the tree lin
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