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Chapter 140. The Black Reading
Author: Fountainpen
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Seth's POV

I stayed in that metal cage longer than I expected.

One full day. Twenty four hours of cold concrete, recycled air, distant footsteps, and waiting.

Waiting was part of the job. But waiting while pretending to be unconscious, trapped among terrified teenagers who were holding on to their last pieces of hope, that one was a different kind of patience.

I kept still, breathing evenly, letting my body sag just enough to look limp but not enough to fully shut down my awareness. Every sound mattered. Every vibration in the floor, every whisper from guards outside the room, every small movement from the hostages. I memorized it all.

If I revealed even a sliver of my ability… this entire undercover mission would be dead before it started.

The Revolution operated differently from anything I had seen. They weren’t sloppy. They weren’t disorganized. They weren’t impulsive. Everything here was clinical. Efficient. Like an assembly line built for human trafficking.

Or maybe human weapon
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