The ventilation shaft was a narrow, rib-crushing throat of galvanized steel that smelled of stagnant rain and century-old dust. Julian went first, his broad shoulders barely clearing the rivets, his breathing a steady, rhythmic rasp in the cramped dark. I followed, my fingers numbly gripping the metal as the Medusa code in my blood began to stutter.Without the constant high-frequency handshake of Silas’s alpine server, the "noise" was returning. It wasn't a hum anymore; it was a serrated edge cutting through my thoughts."Almost there," Julian whispered, his voice vibrating through the duct.He kicked out a heavy iron grate at the end of the shaft. It tumbled twenty feet into the darkness, hitting the shallow, oily water of the Zurich sewers with a dull splash. Julian dropped through the opening, landing with a grunt, and immediately reached up to catch me.I fell into his arms, my skin burning with a sudden, localized fever. The grey static in my vision flickered, overlaid with
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