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... l slightly damp from the emergency healing rinse she’d used on her temples. Her wristband lay cracked on the table—burned through, the circuits fried from whatever the hell Frank’s system had blasted through it.
The apartment was quiet.
Too quiet.
No system pings. No market flashes. No sarcastic banter over who got the better weapon drop.
Just her and the silence.
And the scar behind her left ear that hadn’t been there two days ago.
She ran her fin ...
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