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“And if I refuse?”

“You’re in the Chrysalis,” she said. “And you’re dead. Legally speaking.”

He stared at his ivory hands again. “This isn’t my body.” chrome blaire ivory

“One condition,” he said.

That would change.

“Vitals stabilizing,” a voice said, flat and synthetic. “Residual trauma suppressed.”

A figure stepped from the shadows. She was tall, dressed in a white lab coat over a black voidsuit. Her hair was the color of bleached bone. Blaire , her name tag read. Not Doctor Blaire. Just Blaire . Like Madonna. Or a storm. “And if I refuse

Leo looked down at his beautiful, terrible new hands. He could feel the rain outside—not on his skin, but through sensors in his fingertips. He could smell the ozone of the city, the rust, the desperation. He was more alive than he’d ever been. And less free.

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