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Chapter 109: The Rage

Author: Cat Stories
last update publish date: 2026-04-18 19:37:49

The room is too quiet.

Spadino’s soundproofing works too well. The acoustic foam on the walls swallows every noise, creating a dead, muffled silence that presses against my ears like cotton.

I am pacing.

Click. Click. Click.

My boots on the hardwood floor are the only sound in the universe.

I stop at the window. It is closed. Locked. The view is the same—guards, rain, grey sky.

I turn around.

I look at the tray of vitamins on the table. The horse pill. The red iron supplement. The glass of wate
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