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... into the night.
Although he had long heard that the Prime Monarch was but a dying flame, reliant on machines to sustain life, it wasn’t until he saw him with his own eyes that he realized his imagination had been far too conservative.
Duan Mingyuan had thought he would see an old man seated upon an iron throne, but when Yi Wuyang led him into the inner sanctuary, what appeared before him was a brain, soaked in a culture tank.
Only the portraits that hung on the walls and ...
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