Bad Medicine
Slowly, painfully, the ghost started to fragment, breaking apart like glass.
“Almost… there…” I whispered, exhaustion threatening to collapse my mind.
Jax’s energy flared in response, a beacon of pure human will. “Yes… we can… do this!”
And then—a final shockwave. The neural strands exploded outward, light consuming everything. My father’s voice screamed one last time:
“This is not the end…”
I stumbled back, my consciousness straining, trying to stabilize. Jax collapsed into me, exhausted, human, real. His eyes opened, clear and alive, free of the ghostly fragments—at least, that’s what I thought.
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