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CHAPTER 225

ZION

The box was still sitting there.

Wide open.

It was daring us to look again.

That damn marble eye—blue, eerily close to hers—was still glinting up from the shredded mess like it was watching me.

It was more than disturbing—it was fucked up.

The body, if you could even call it that any...