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The moment it hit his bloodstream, the world cracked .

She was older. Tired. But alive. She wasn’t a prisoner. She was a worker .

“Yes.”

Jakes didn’t look at the slate. He looked at Kaelen’s soul. “You’re on your seventh crack. You know what happens at the tenth.”

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One of them, a thing of rotating hexagons and needle-teeth, slithered through the crack in reality and touched his mind. It showed him a vision: his sister, Lyra. She was alive. She was in the Undercroft, a place whispered about in gutter legends—a city beneath the city where the Trikkers hoarded the only currency that mattered: unlived time .

The drug never lied about the living. It only lied about the cost. The moment it hit his bloodstream, the world cracked

Kaelen didn’t wait. He found a dry corner behind a collapsed mag-lev train, pressed the needle to his neck this time—closer to the brain—and pushed the plunger.