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Chapter 112 Family Names

مؤلف: R.J. Sterling
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Mara reads the clearance line three times.

Her lips do not move. Her eyes do.

Left to right. Back. Left to right again.

Then she lets go of my wrist.

“We need to leave this room.”

Renn gives one dry laugh.

“Little late.”

“No.” Mara steps away from the terminal. “Now I need names.”

Caleb is still staring at the screen.

Unstable stock.

The words have become people in his head. I

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    The scratching in the ventilation shaft wasn’t a rat. It was the rhythmic, metallic scrape of polymer boots against galvanized steel.I tightened my grip on the obsidian blade Damian had forced into my hand, the stone cold and jagged against my palm."Don't breathe," Sarah rasped.She stood with her

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