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... the pressure.
It lingered—thick, watchful, unfinished.
Damon stood where the seam had closed, chest rising and falling slowly, the mark in his sternum still glowing faintly like a coal refusing to cool. Every instinct told him the encounter wasn’t over. It had simply been recorded.
Mara was the first to move.
“All stations, status check,” she ordered. “I want integrity reports, structural and cognitive. Now.”
Voices echoed across the chamber, tight but con ...
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