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... ad rimmed the edge of Raizen’s last memory. Antiseptic and lemon, cool air that hummed through a clean vent, and the soft thrum of machinery hidden behind walls. Not like the Underworks... The sound is clearer. He rose toward that hum like a diver breaking for air.
Light pressed against his eyelids. He pried them open.
A white ceiling waited above him, not plain white but veined with hair-thin threads of luminite that pulsed in a slow, reassuring rhythm. The panels were cut like ...
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