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Chapter 143: The Marker
Author: L.M.Daveth
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"Say that again," Cassandra said, slowly, "in a way that doesn't sound like you're telling me my child is a lab result."

Priya had asked them both to come in that evening, after the clinic emptied. She had locked the door, closed the blinds, and moved the whole analysis off the foundation's network onto an old laptop she kept in a drawer, which told Killian more about her fear than any number she might have said.

"I'm sorry. That came out clinical." Priya pulled her chair close. "Here's the hum
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