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Chapter 161 The Ghost Holds the Door
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2026-07-29 02:15:55Eight seconds is a rich man’s mercy.
It looks like time until you try to spend it.
“Move!” Sarah shouts.
No one argues.
Mara grabs the crying tame boy by the back of his collar and hauls him toward the service hatch. He trips over a dead mirror’s arm. She does not slow. The boy makes a thin animal sound and then bites it down so hard I see blood at his lip.
Obedience, even now.
Even running has to be learned.
Damian pull
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