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Chapter 154 The Lance Room

作者: R.J. Sterling
last update 公開日: 2026-07-25 03:15:28

The lance room is dry.

The first wrong thing.

After black water, steam, salt, blood, and coolant, the dry air feels obscene. It strips the damp from my throat and leaves metal behind. The floor is black glass. The walls are white ceramic scored with thin silver channels that all point toward the center of the room.

A receiving room. A catching room.

A room built around the assumption that one day I would burn inside it.

No corners. No loose metal.

No

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