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Chapter Eighty -seven
Author: Manesa
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The pod chamber hummed softly, as if drawing breath again.

Eli stood rooted to the floor, pulse hammering, Carlos still wheezing beside him with his hands braced on his knees. The silence after the Watchers vanished pressed down on them like weight, thick and unnerving, as if the walls themselves were listening.

Carlos straightened slowly. “Okay. Okay. They’re gone. They’re actually gone. Eli, please tell me they’re gone and not just… camouflaging like morally confused chameleons.”

Eli didn’t a
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