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The Turning Of The Tide
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2026-10-21 07:00:24The sound of my voice cut through the heavy, humid night air.
"Missed me?"
Caspian froze. The high-frequency hum of his black kinetic suit stuttered, the miniature actuators whining as his muscles seized in sheer disbelief. He lowered the blade inches from Cane’s chest, his head snapping around so fast his neck popped.
“What in the actual fuck?” was all he managed to say.
Beside him, Silas’s frame sti
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