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Chapter 128: True Grit and Determination

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[Alice’s POV]

"Alice, you're swaying," Endall shouted over the noise. "Sit down for a second. Let me —"

"No!" I barked. "I have to feel the vibration. The belt is slipping. I have to compensate manually."

I reached out and pressed my palm against the cold metal casing of the centrifuge. I could feel the wobble, the slight imbalance in the rotor. It was like listening to a heartbeat. I adjusted the tension knob a millimeter to the left. The roar smoothed out, deepening into a purr.

"There," I ga
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