Chapter 13
Author: Lil D pen
last update2026-03-09 23:48:58

Morning arrived at the Thornfield Military Medical Facility quietly.

No sunlight reached the hallway where Dominic and Webb sat. The building had been designed for discretion rather than comfort, and the few narrow windows that existed were positioned high enough that only a pale gray hint of daylight touched the ceiling.

Still, the facility changed when morning came.

Night staff moved with the hushed rhythm of people guarding sleep. Morning staff arrived with coffee in their hands and the shar
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