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... le. Hands clasped, elbows on his knees, head tilted low. The pod was quiet—dim light from the overhead strips cast a faint blue across the walls, but it didn’t reach the corners. His skin felt cold against the recycled air.
He couldn’t stop seeing it.
The way the body came apart. Not just the cut—how clean it had been—but what came after. The silence. The way the heat peeled Randalp down to nothing. The look Vincent had right before the second shard lit. Like he didn’t want it to ...
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