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... > Fractured moons floated like broken halos around the dying red star. Architect satellites, long abandoned, drifted in elliptical silence dead eyes watching an old stage. It was here, in the stillness between ruin and recursion, that the Protocol Seed called out again.
And the Wraith answered.
Elara stood at the viewport as the ship coasted into orbit above what used to be an Architect relay station Delta Black. A black spire, half-consumed by time and fire, jutted from the plan ...
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