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Chapter 77 The Great Erasure
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2026-06-17 00:15:50The Tapper's laughter follows us out of the nursery and down through a house that is busy unmaking itself, and Damian does not once look back at it.
His hand is locked hard around my wrist, over the monitor band that still reads the heartbeat under my ribs. Steady now. Strong. The proof that the thing that just saved my life never left my body at all.
He moves through the collapsing estate with the settled certainty of a man executing a plan he wrote a long time ago and prayed e
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