Ezekiel’s POV)
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Smoke Where My Soul Should Be
The Pulse Room didn’t just explode.
It screamed.
I heard the bones of it break before the fire swallowed its metal veins.
And when I saw Cassandra’s silhouette framed by flame, mouth a scar of vengeance I knew:
She was never coming back.
Not from this.
And neither was I.
I crawled out from the wreckage with glass in my chest and her voice in my skull.
“Run if you want. I’ll find you.”
She would.
Because she’s the only ghost I ever believed in.
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The Body Keeps Score
They say pain fades.
They lie.
My ribs crackled with every breath. My back was a burned canvas.
But none of it compared to the ache behind my eyes the one that whispered:
You did this.
I kept seeing the faces.
The glass eyed rebels.
The children in lab co
