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... s thick, tasting of recycled oxygen and the sharp, metallic tang of cold blood. Isaac stood in the center of the corridor, his silhouette a jagged shadow against the flickering emergency lights. His eyes were no longer the eyes of the man who had sat on his sofa weeks ago; they were hollowed out by a singular, burning purpose. Every time he blinked, he saw the image of Stephanie—not as his bright, laughing daughter, but as a biological harvest, her veins tapped like a tree for the sake of an exp ...
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