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... the air felt different. Colder. Thinner.
Like some part of me had died in there with her.
I forced the weight off my chest, every step stiff and mechanical as I made my way down the corridor toward the other medical bay. I needed to clear my head, to focus. I didn’t have the luxury of falling apart. Not now.
The metallic door hissed as it slid open. Inside, Cyrin and Varya were hunched over vials, screens, and ancient tomes scattered across the table. The Ghosthound Queen ...
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