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Chapter 7 - THE ARCHITECTSI was cornered by Brooke’s father in the hallway. He wasn't armed; he was holding a glass of wine, looking at me with pity.

"You were a brilliant surgeon, Caleb. It’s a shame you’re a curious one."

"He’s a child," I said, my hand gripped on my scalpel.

"He’s the future of organ harvesting," the old man replied. "We don't need donors anymore. We grow the replacements inside the subjects."

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