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CHAPTER 124: DAVID'S CHOICE
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The blue afterimage of the interceptor bike’s exhaust still burned in Mark Miller’s retinas long after the machine had vanished into the yawning maw of Sector 40’s derelict tunnels. He stood frozen, his hand still hovering near his sidearm, the weight of the previous minutes pressing down on him like a physical collapse. The air in the corridor seemed to have grown even colder, a biting chill that bypassed his thermal layers and settled deep in his marrow. Behind him, the faint clatter of Sarah
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