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12: Submission or Escape?
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Broken Vows, New Promises 124 : The Silence Beneath
The air was cold.Deeper into the underground corridor, Damien’s boots echoed off the concrete like faint drumbeats in a tomb. Aurora walked beside him, flashlight cutting a path through the pitch-black void. The deeper they went, the more the stillness pressed against their lungs—too quiet, too still.“This place wasn’t just a research site,” Aurora whispered, her voice swallowed by the stale air. “It feels like... a mausoleum.”Damien nodded once. He could feel it too. The walls were lined with sealed doors, some corroded with time, others freshly reinforced, as if someone had come recently to preserve what was left behind. The further they went, the more the facility’s secrets seemed to throb beneath the surface.They reached a fork in the hallway.“I’ll take the left,” Damien said.Aurora grabbed his arm. “We should stay together.”He met her eyes—firm, unreadable at first—but something softened within him. “Alright.”As they took the left corridor, the hum of old machinery return
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Broken Vows, New Promises 120: What Remains
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Broken Vows, New Promises 119: Shatterpoint
The sound of the gunshot cracked through the cavern like thunder.Monroe’s body jerked back, blood blooming across his chest as he crumpled to the floor beside the pod. Silence followed, not triumphant—but taut, like the moment before a storm breaks.Damien didn’t lower his weapon.The others froze, waiting—watching. But Monroe didn’t move. His eyes were wide open, the smug smile finally erased from his face. The man who had haunted Damien’s entire life, who had orchestrated pain with the precision of a surgeon, now lay motionless in a widening pool of crimson.And yet, the hum of the chamber didn’t stop.Aurora stepped forward, her voice low.
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The night sky stretched above them like a living thing—vast, starless, and full of tension. A bitter wind howled through the mountain pass as the convoy moved in near silence. Snow crunched under the tires of the armored vehicle Damien rode in, his eyes fixed ahead through the windshield.The coordinates they’d extracted led them to the Carpathians—a remote and treacherous range in Romania. Fitting, Damien thought. Monroe’s obsession with rebirth and myth had always leaned into the theatrical.And now they were heading straight into the heart of it.Inside the vehicle, the only sounds were the low hum of the engine and the rustle of gear. Julian sat beside Kira, reviewing surveillance feeds on his tablet. Behind them, Aurora sat opposite Damien, her gaze fixed o
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The makeshift war room inside the crumbling facility buzzed with quiet tension. Terminals flickered as Julian and Kira coordinated with their external networks. A map of the world lit up before them, glowing red dots pulsing across continents—every point marking an active Monroe site, every pulse a countdown.Forty-eight hours.Forty-eight hours until all of Monroe’s sleeper facilities would trigger whatever version of the clone protocol he’d perfected.Forty-eight hours until everything Damien had fought to bury would claw its way back into the light.He sat on the edge of a rusted cot near the far wall, away from the noise, elbows resting on his knees, head low. His mind replayed the voice from earlier—his mo
Broken Vows, New Promises 116: The Echoes We Carry
The room fell into a deafening silence as the flickering screen bathed Damien’s face in a sickly green glow. The image of his mother—Eve—stared back at him from the monitor, her features carefully reconstructed from footage and records. It wasn’t a live feed. It wasn’t really her. But the expression, the voice—it struck him with the force of a bullet.Aurora took a step closer, her hand brushing against Damien’s arm. He flinched at the contact, his eyes locked on the screen. She didn’t pull away.“Damien…” she said softly, uncertain if she should say more.But the screen spoke again, overriding her. “You’ve become everything I feared you would. Everything Monroe promised yo
