Chapter 104 The Solder-Skin Clinic

The interior of Dr. Cross’s clinic did not resemble the sterile, high-tier medical bays of Aegis-Prime. It was a massive, subterranean bunker carved out of the iron platform’s hollow underbelly, smelling of hot machine grease, chemical antiseptics, and the sharp, dry sting of ozone. Towering shelves...

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