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Chapter 260: New Directive
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... reinforced windows of the medical wing. It was just past midnight, and the corridors were quiet. Not silent—Overwatch never truly slept—but quieter than usual. The hum of overhead lights, the occasional rolling of a cart, the click of rubber soles against the floor.
Inside Room 4B, Thomas Estaris sat beside Rebecca, his right hand clenched tightly around hers. Her knuckles had gone pale. Her breathing came in short, deliberate bursts.
"You're doing great," he whispered.
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