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... ouetted guard projected onto the thin tent flap. The dimly lit tent was thick with a sour, stale odor.
["Didn’t I tell you? My name is Void Archives..."]
"I’m not asking for your name!" Otto covered his face tightly. He’d lost count of how many times they’d had this exact conversation on their journey.
His experiences on the road, and this strange thing calling itself "Void Archives," had driven home a hard truth for Otto: manipulation and political maneuvering only worke ...
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