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Chapter 55: Duel of Divine Narratives – The Editor’s Arrival
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... of fear, but recognition. There was something hauntingly familiar about her: the tilt of her head, the way her eyes drank in every detail of his soul. She was young, impossibly so, no older than ten but those eyes were ancient.
"Who... are you?" he asked, the words barely audible over the hum of the ruins.
The girl grinned, baring teeth far too sharp for comfort. "You named me once. Before the reset. Before the world forgot."
Aeryn took a step forward, boots crunching on ...
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