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Chapter 419: The Pain of Tracy
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... in, John rushed to her side, pulling her soft body into his arms.
He pressed his fingers to her pulse.
Tracy's pulse was erratic—sometimes slow, like water flowing gently, and at other times, violent, like the beating of a drum. It was utterly abnormal.
"What's going on?"
John frowned, his gaze flicking to the Tripod of Cyan resting beside her bed, his thoughts racing.
Tracy, her voice barely a whisper, managed to speak through the pain. "John... Over the ...
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