The Vault of Sin
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That was what the survivalists called it—the moment your body stops fighting the cold and starts preparing for the shut-down.
Enzo hauled me through the frozen mud of the canal bank, his grip on my arm the only thing keeping me from slipping back into the black, oily embrace of the Calumet. My legs were useless, heavy pillars of numb flesh that dragged behind me like dead weight. The winter air, which had felt like a slap only minutes ago, now felt like a thousand needles being driven into my skin.
"Don't... don't let go," I rasped, though I wasn't sure if the words actually left my throat. My jaw was locked, my teeth chattering with a rhythmic, metallic sound that echoed inside my skull.
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