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Chapter 16. The Weight of Orders
Author: Senja
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The red, pulsing glow of the improvised diagnostic screen cut harsh, bleeding lines across the corrugated metal walls of the shed, casting long, fractured shadows that danced with every flicker of the dying power cell. Vesper’s fingers moved with frantic precision, holding a searing-hot soldering iron just millimeters away from the exposed, high-density circuitry of Cassian’s spine-plate. The air inside the cramped space was thick with the acrid stench of melted solder, ozone, and old, damp rus
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