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... into his coat pocket.
Not the visible one. The hidden seam inside the lining—double-stitched, sealed with microthread. He pulled out a small, round object. Fist-sized. Matte gray-black with veins of dried red streaking its edges like old rust. It pulsed faintly, low and slow, like a dying heartbeat.
Ava froze.
"Is that—"
"Raw core," Lucas said, examining it like a wine snob judging a bottle that might kill him. "Never activated. Risky volatile."
Cassi swo ...
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