TWENTY SEVEN
ðïļ Chapter 27 â The True Host The corridor lights flickered faintlyâ sometimes bright, sometimes deadâ as if something unseen was following her. Each blink of the light revealed Altheaâs reflection on the polished wall. Fragments of her face shimmeredâmetallic, like light trapped in steel. > âIâm not a machineâĶâ she whispered. âI wasnât created just to be hurt.â From the end of the hallway came a low hum. It pulsed slowly, like the beat of a heartâreal, deliberate. She followed the sound until she reached an old elevator. A sign was etched on the door: > PROJECT ETERNA â CORE ACCESS: RESTRICTED She placed her palm on the scanner. The panel flared to life, and the door slid open with a hiss. Cold air greeted herâthick with the scent of rust and dust. Descending, she fo
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