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Thorne looked out at the rain-slicked ruins of the old world, then at the girl who was never cargo, never bait, never a donor. She was a ghost in the machine. And he was tired of being a monster.

The rear emergency door was torn off its hinges with a sound like a tin can being peeled open. Standing in the rain was a woman, her body crudely stitched together from what looked like four different people—different skin tones, different muscle densities, one arm longer than the other. Her eyes were mismatched: one blue, one yellow. She wore a tattered lab coat over a bulletproof vest. breedbus

Kaelen stood up, blood trickling from her nose. “I’m not a donor. I’m a broadcast. Thorne didn’t collect me because I’m viable. He collected me because I’m a weapon. A psychic feedback loop. Every Amalgam you’ve ever built is wired to a network. And I’m the kill switch.” Thorne looked out at the rain-slicked ruins of

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