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Chapter 340: Internal Hostile Takeover
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... y’s glass towers caught the dying light and threw it back in fragments.
My ribs ached.
My shoulders burned.
The regenerator brace under my shirt had given up the ghost about an hour ago and now served primarily as an uncomfortable reminder that I’d pushed my body past its warranty.
I leaned back against the seat and surveyed my team.
Monica had curled herself into a ball in the third row, her fern clutched against her chest like a child holding a teddy bea ...
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