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Chapter 45: The Fragile Silence

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The silence was the most terrifying thing I had ever heard.

For weeks, I had lived with the constant hum of magic in my veins and the predatory growl of the Alpha virus in Dominic’s heart. Now, there was nothing. Just the dry, clinical beep of the Harvester’s atmospheric processors and the sound of my own human heart beating against my ribs. It was a rhythm so fragile, so mortal, it felt like a betrayal.

I leaned against the cold, damp rock of the ravine wall, my hand finding Dominic’s in the d
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