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Chapter 174 Three Hearts
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2026-08-04 01:16:39One breath is not salvation. It is a clue.
The baby goes quiet, and every adult in the sub freezes like quiet has become a weapon.
Then Damian’s hand slips down the glass.
The baby screams again. Silver lashes under his skin.
Sarah swears.
“Open the outer lock.”
“Pressure,” I say.
“I know what pressure is.”
“He is outside.”
“Then he needs to stop being outside.”
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