Chapter 106 WHAT SURVIVES THE MACHINE

"Kieran."

I was beside him in three steps. Both hands on his face, tilting it toward me. His skin was cold—colder than it should be—and the veins beneath it had gone grey, the black draining out of them like ink receding.

"Kieran, look at me."

Nothing.

I pressed two fingers to his throat.

And w...

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