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Chapter One Hundred and Seven: The Echoes of Return
Author: Blessing Natasha
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Kael walked the corridors of the Syndicate as though through a memory half-buried, half-forced upon him. The walls were unchanged—stark, sterile steel, polished to reflect the cold lights that never dimmed. Every step echoed with that familiar hum, a vibration threaded into the bones of the place. He knew it too well, and yet it felt foreign now, as though the building itself regarded him as a stranger trespassing on old ground.

The silence pressed in on him. Not silence in the true sense—machines whirred faintly behind sealed doors, low frequencies that fed the nervous system, deliberate. He had been told once, long ago, that such resonance calmed the brain, brought it into harmony with the Syndicate’s work. He had believed it then. Now, the hum sat uneasily beneath his skin, reminding him of chains disguised as order.

He should not have come back.

The thought formed sharp, unbidden. It pulsed with the rhythm of his steps, and Kael clenched his fists against it. But the other voice—t
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