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Chapter 115: Chapter 115: The Architect’s Sunday
The Sunday morning sun felt heavier than usual as it crept across the floor of the Zenith. Jake opened his eyes and immediately felt the dull, rhythmic throb in his right hand. He sat up, flexing his fingers experimentally. The knuckles were a mess of dark purple and blue, but the skin hadn’t split again overnight. He stayed there for a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed, just listening to the hum of the building’s climate control.
’I probably shouldn’t have hit him that hard,’ he thought, looking at the bruise. ’Not because he didn’t deserve it, but because I need this hand for more than just punching people.’
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