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DEAD RECKONING

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Dr. Nadia Voss, 29, spent her entire adult life giving - her skills, her loyalty, her love - to people who wore her generosity like a coat they never intended to return. Her husband. Her best friend. The shelter community she bled herself dry building from nothing. They repaid her with manufactured lies, a kangaroo court, and a pack of infected thrown at her like garbage. She remembers every second of dying. She wakes up three months before it all begins - sheets clean, throat unmarked, city still blissfully ignorant - with dead women's instincts coiled in her chest like a loaded weapon and exactly zero intention of being kind first this time. Divorce. Preparation. Reckoning. That was the plan. Clean. Surgical. Hers. Then Roman Vael walks into her clinic on day three - the quiet patient she treated for a hairline fracture in another life - and says four words that detonate everything: "I was worried I'd be too late." He shouldn't know. He couldn't know. And yet his eyes hold the specific weight of a man who has been searching across a very long, very dark stretch of time. As the world begins its slow rot toward collapse, Nadia and Roman must navigate a survival landscape riddled with the people who killed her, the secrets he's carrying, and a bond neither of them asked for - forged not by fate, but by shared knowledge of how badly this story ends without the other. She came back with the dead's hunger. He came back with something older. Together, they might just rewrite the ending.
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