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Chapter Eighteen: The Karmic Eye of Destruction
Author: Tony Hallows
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By the time Michael returned to the quiet fringes of his sector, the sky was already stained with early hues of dawn. He moved through the alleyways like a shadow, unnoticed and unheard, the Risax container nestled deep within his jacket like it was a stolen heart. His steps were steady, but each muscle in his body trembled with the fatigue he had held at bay until now. The aftermath of the battle lingered in every breath, in the bruises and gashes layered across his body.

He didn’t head home right away. Instead, he found himself in the abandoned trainyard behind an old maintenance station, half-swallowed by rust and vines. It was one of the few places left in the city where no signal towers reached and none of the local gangs had claimed as their turf. He slipped into the shadow of a broken cargo crate and finally allowed his body to collapse.

The moment he exhaled and leaned his back against the crate’s warped steel, the pain surged.

Not the pain from the fight. This was different.
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