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Chapter 20 The Blood Beacon

作者: R.J. Sterling
last update 公開日: 2026-05-19 00:17:30
One hundred and two beats a minute. The rhythm crawls up the legs of the titanium chair and settles at the base of my skull, and it isn’t mine.

My own pulse is a ragged, failing thing, scraped thin by the invert and whatever they put in my blood while I was under.

This second rhythm is heavy, measured, invasive, and it belongs to the man standing somewhere in the dark beyond the caged light, the man whose heartbeat my body has started keeping like a clock it didn’t ask to wind. Synchronization.

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