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Chapter 27 Leo’s Static

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-05-23 00:15:42
Damian’s fingers dig into my wrist, the only thing keeping me upright while the world dissolves into a screaming, bruised-orange haze. The Blood Locket against my chest isn’t monitoring my heart anymore. It’s a siren.

It thrums against my collarbone at a frequency that sets my teeth on edge and drives streaks of white heat behind my eyes, and every cell in my body is being dragged along in the wake of the child’s hunger as it strains toward the signal he tore out of the ceiling and could not sil
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