Chapter 12 FRICTION OF THE FLESH
The subterranean core of the Thorn Citadel did not feel like a palace; it felt like a tech-driven crypt.
Deep below the residential quarters, past three separate security checkpoints guarded by stone-faced wolves carrying automatic shotguns, lay the mainframe server room. The air down here was arti...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 THE PROPHECY
2. Chapter 2 THE AWAKENING
3. Chapter 3 HIM
4. Chapter 4 THE IRON CAGE
5. Chapter 5 THE FIRST TRUCE
6. Chapter 6 THE COUNCIL 
7. Chapter 7 CHOICE OF IRON
8. Chapter 8 GATE
9. Chapter 9 GHOST IN THE SHAFTS
10. Chapter 10 THE BLUEPRINT
11. Chapter 11 PARANOIA
12. Chapter 12 FRICTION OF THE FLESH
13. Chapter 13 SERVER CELL AND THE SWEET VERNOM
14. Chapter 14 CONVERGENCE OF FIRE
15. Chapter 15 RED SNOW
16. Chapter 16 THE HUNT
17. Chapter 17 THE SUFFOCATION
18. Chapter 18 KING
19. Chapter 19 ARTILLERY
20. Chapter 20 THE BREECH AT THE THRESHOLD
21. Chapter 21 UNMAPPED BLOOD
22. Chapter 22 PINES
23. Chapter 23 THE POISONED
24. Chapter 24 LOGIC OF THE MEAT GRINDER
25. Chapter 25 THE GRAVITY OF THE TRIAD
26. Chapter 26 THE WARMTH OF WINTER
27. Chapter 27 FIRE-DANCE
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