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Hour Sixty-Five: The Sovereign's Touch
Author: Putri
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Healing is a quiet, violent war fought entirely beneath the skin. The tearing of damaged muscle fibers, the aggressive replication of cellular walls, and the slow, agonizing reboot of a completely fried central nervous system.

Twenty-four hours had passed since the Tartarus interceptor plummeted from the cosmos.

Inside the dimly lit, pristine recovery wing of Sector Two, the steady, rhythmic beep of the cardiac monitors was the only sound anchoring the room to r
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