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Chapter 133 — The Line That Bleeds
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The safehouse felt smaller than it had the night before.

Not because the walls had moved, but because Luther Cain no longer fit inside it.

He stood near the armory table, stripped down to a black compression shirt, forearms braced against cold steel as Selene adjusted the dampeners along his spine. Thin pulses of blue light crawled across his skin where the Echelon Gene interfaced with the regulators, fighting him, resisting restraint like it resented being leashed.

“You’re spiking again,” Sele
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