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Chapter 53 Silence in the Ward
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2026-06-05 00:15:38The mechanical iris of the Argus pod didn’t just click; it whirred with the predatory hunger of a system recording its prize.
The red emergency strobes died, replaced by the sharp, white-hot bite of the suite’s primary floodlights.
I didn’t hit the floor. Damian’s arm was a pressurized bar across my ribs, hauling my weight against the heavy, soot-gray weave of his suit.
The room smelled of burnt ozone, the copper tang of Elias’s cooling blood
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