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Chapter 130 Blood on Two Hands

作者: R.J. Sterling
last update 公開日: 2026-07-13 21:15:48

Silver blood does not drip. It threads.

The cut opens across my palm and the blood lifts before gravity can take it, thin bright lines crawling over the knife handle, over my fingers, toward the silver plate like the lock has called it by name.

Pain comes second. Heat comes first.

The child folds tight inside me.

The child is not calmer. It is braced.

Across the screen, Damian presses his palm to the black plate.

Nothing happens.

The Director s

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