Chapter 8

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8 I could feel the tears in my eyes. What if he was still alive right now? He might still be okay. The procedure was supposed to leave him unharmed. “Yeah, well, it ain’t the first failure he’s had,” the second guard said. “So many of ’em have been stuffed up. The only one it’s worked on so far is that Zeena girl. I tell ya, he’s losin’ ’is touch or somethin’.” “Better watch whatcha say, Marik, or maybe you’ll be the next ‘body donor’,” the other warned him. I realised I was holding my breath again and willed myself to breathe normally. “Starrick wouldn’ do that!” Marik said in a half whisper. “Don’ you bet on it! Who do ya think this guy used ta be?” “No…” he said incredulously as he looked closer. “Yeah. Kaylan. He used ta clean the kitchens. Now I guess we need a new mop-and-spo

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