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Chapter 21 The Blood Beacon

作者: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-05-20 00:15:53
One hundred and two thuds a minute. The vibration crawled up the legs of the titanium chair and settled at the base of my skull. It wasn’t mine. My own pulse was a ragged, failing thing, but this second rhythm—heavy, measured, and invasive—belonged to the man standing over me.

Synchronization.

I tried to sink into the Obsidian Well, the mental basement where I kept my brother’s face and the memory of the Moore estate burning. Usually, the Well was cold and silent. Today, the floor had fallen out
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