CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-FOUR

Brume ringlets from the mug beside Dr Sinclair’s elbow, untouched and cooling, while lines of law waterfall across four linked observers. The lab smells of ozone — trespassed circuits straining beneath exigency power. Her shoulders hunker as she leans into the gleam, cheeks concave, dots stark again...

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