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... old.
He stared at the pale wood grain, his right arm a frozen weight at his side. The black veins beneath his sleeve felt like worms burrowing into his muscle, a deep, insistent ache that pulsed with every heartbeat.
Su Lan’s warmth had vanished, leaving the room’s natural chill to seep back into his bones. He looked down at the maintenance token in his left hand. The metal was smooth and cool, stamped with a character for ’North.’
Three days.
He had seventy-two h ...
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