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Chapter 70: The Ghost Key
Author: Grep-pens
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The darkness wasn’t quiet. It breathed. It pulsed with static, distant sirens, and the sound of blood pounding in your ears. Your body was pinned under debris. Your vision flickered. Your mouth tasted copper and ash. But your mind was still awake.

And somewhere in that darkness,A voice repeated: “You can’t bury the past. Especially not when you are the lock.”

You came to slowly. The vault was a ruin. Walls charred. Systems fried. The once-levitating Codex Origin was nothing but sparking shards across the floor. And there kneeling in the flames stood the figure from before. Julius Marrow. The man your father once exiled. Your godfather. The strategist behind the first era of the Consortium’s black markets.

Presumed dead. But here he was, very much alive. Face lined, eyes cold, and holding the Ghost Key. It glowed softly in his palm, shaped like an old-fashioned clock hand, forged from obsidian and laced with data-fiber veins. You had heard rumors of it, long ago.

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