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... like old coffee and the kind of cheap plastic that somehow feels hot no matter how cold the AC blasts. Inside, I was fine—bones reset, lungs shut up, nothing screaming anymore—because Absolute Regeneration had already done its smug little magic. Outside? I looked like I’d lost a fight to a woodchipper. Mara’s tee was a rag. My jacket hung off one shoulder like it wanted to quit me. Dried blood flaked off every time I breathed.
Incident Lead—the same gray-suit who’d pulled me out from un ...
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