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... d Kiro in silence.
The path wound through petrified roots and veins of silver-glass, deep beneath the scorched surface of Vevadexus — the trial world chosen not just for war, but for what slept beneath it.
His breath was shallow. The weight of memory pressed down as time unraveled around him.
Each step echoed backward.
The shard in his palm pulsed — not with pain, but expectation.
"The Archive does not speak," the Naught h ...
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