Chapter 130 The Second Sunrise

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Sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds of the private room, casting pale gold stripes over the bed where Mike lay. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor now felt more like music than noise to Cynthia. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was no fear in...

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