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... of purple and silver gas that gave the illusion of serenity. Inside, the crew was anything but calm.
Elara stood in the command deck, eyes locked on the small drive she held like a loaded weapon.
It was warm.
Still pulsing.
Still alive.
Damien leaned against the console beside her, arms crossed. "Voss gave his life for that thing."
"He said it held everything," Elara muttered. "Patterns. Code. Origins. If he was right, then this" she turned the dr ...
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