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Chapter 156 The Backup Smiles
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2026-07-26 03:15:08The wall finishes opening. Behind it is not one machine. It is a choir of little coffins.
Rows of black glass cartridges line the chamber behind the lance wall, each no larger than my hand, each lit at the center by a pinprick of white. The first row is awake. The second row waits dark. The third row is covered in old dust, which frightens me more than the lit ones.
There are dates under the rows.
Not all recent.
Some from before my family died. Some from before I
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