CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIFTY

The garçon room hummed like a fretful beehive, its racks glowing an uneasy amber as exigency diodes palpitated beneath the fluorescent dusk. Outflow, fine reflections exhaled warm air that ruffled Cassian’s dark hair while he and Dr Sinclair hunkered over the primary press. Without warning, every al...

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