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Chapter 17  The Silent Exchange

Penulis: R.J. Sterling
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-18 00:17:37
My voice cracks, and the echo comes back wrong, too raw, too real for a woman who has been performing fragility since the lobby. I stay on my knees.

Henderson’s pulse is a slow, reliable thud against my palm, nerve-locked, not dead, a man who will wake in an hour with a headache and no memory of the last ten minutes, which is exactly the witness I need him to be.

Somewhere behind me, getting closer, Damian’s footsteps. He doesn’t run toward a disturbance. He arrives.

His shadow stretches over th
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