The Anatomy of a Whisper
Author: Miufira
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Chapter 16: The Anatomy of a Whisper

The air outside the bus was thick with the scent of ozone and oxidized copper, a heavy, metallic weight that clung to the back of the throat. Jax stepped off the rusted stairs of the Iron Lung, his boots crunching on a carpet of pulverized glass that sparkled like dim, dying stars in the filtered gray light. Beside him, Caedrik followed, his movements cautious, his eyes constantly scanning the skeletal remains of a roadside clinic that loomed ahead like a ho
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