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CHAPTER 75: The Fracture

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POV: Neoma

A heart breaking sounds remarkably like a bone snapping.

It is a sharp, distinct crack that echoes inside the ribcage. Followed by a dull, throbbing heat that spreads outward. Numbing the fingers. The toes. It isn't poetic. It isn't beautiful. It is simply structural failure.

I floated in a grey haze. Halfway between the cold concrete of the Foundry and the oblivion of unconsciousness. I felt arms around me—strong, unyielding arms that held me close against a chest plated in Barzil-s
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