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Chapter 139 — “When the Abyss Answers,” Part I
Author: Freezy-Grip
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He woke to a vibration that wasn’t sound. It ran through the fabric of the abyss like a pulse, trembling against whatever passed for the walls of this place. The vibration carried a memory, soft, human, impossible.

For a breathless instant, he was sure he’d imagined it. He’d learned not to trust the echoes here; the void repeated what it devoured. But this wasn’t a trick of hunger. The rhythm in that pulse was uneven, fragile, almost terrified.

“Jenna.”

The name left his lips as dust, and the abyss shuddered around it. The lightless air folded in waves. Behind his own heartbeat came another, heavier and colder, beating inside his ribs like an alien drum.

Do not answer her, the other voice lived inside him now. It didn’t need words, but it borrowed them to make itself known.

If she reaches you, everything collapses.

He pressed a hand to his chest. His pulse and the deeper one overlapped, sometimes syncopated, sometimes one. “She’s alive.”

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