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The Cure and the Rot

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT—The Cure and the Rot

The wine swirled in the glass, its taste like rust, gritty and bitter, but Elias took a sip anyway. Across the dimly lit room, the holo-map spun slowly, its surface blank and devoid of any data—just a haunting silence punctuated by ghostly lights gliding...