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Chapter 77: The Sterile Corridor
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The air inside the Leviathan smelled like ozone and forced cleanliness. It was the sterile, gut-churning scent of a hospital operating theater injected into the bowels of a machine that knew how to kill you without ever drawing a blade.

Zayyan didn't stop to admire the geometry. He sprinted down the main thoroughfare of the Level 4 containment sector, his cybernetic arm hanging limp and heavy by his side, its cooling vents clicking rhythmically as it tried to vent the thermal heat of the unauth
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