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CHAPTER 57: THE HALON ASPHYXIATION
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2026-03-23 15:56:58ISLA'S POV
The penthouse isn't just cold; it’s a crypt.
We step inside at 10 PM, and while the lights flicker on, the heat stays dead. The climate control has been disabled remotely, the hot water cut at the source. This is Sterling's retaliation for the clinic bypass—a silent, freezing siege.
It’s forty degrees inside. My breath
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