The red emergency light pulsed against the white walls like a warning flare. Julian’s hand was steady, the silver barrel of the Beretta aimed squarely at Silas’s chest, but his eyes were wide, frantic, and filled with the terrifying conviction of a man who believed his own lies."I am the one who saved him!" Julian roared, his voice bouncing off the sterile tiles. "Me! Not you, Silas! You were a ghost. I was the one who felt his fever. I was the one who sat in the dark and promised him he wouldn't die!""You didn't save him for him, Julian," I said, my voice shaking but loud. I took another step forward, feeling the cold floor beneath my bare feet. "You saved him for you. You wanted a prize. You wanted a way to break Silas, and you used a five-year-old boy to do it.""Get back, Elara!" Silas barked, his arm reaching out to shove me behind him. "He’s lost it. He’s going to fire.""Let him," I hissed, stepping around Silas. I looked Julian dead in the eye. "Look at me, Julian. Look at t
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