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Chapter 149 Renn Lights the Second Fuse
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2026-07-23 03:10:16Renn gets tired of waiting. That is the official version.
The truer version is uglier. Renn watches rack doors open, sees people stumbling out alive because Caleb bled into a panel and Mara burned her fingers deeper, sees the city fail to kill a few of the people it owns, and knows hope is about to make her hesitate.
So she reaches for a second detonator before hesitation can get its hands around her throat. Her hand is steady only until it reaches the tape. Then the tendons jum
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