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... end of progress. The air was still and cool, carrying the faint, sterile scent of ozone from the light sculptures.
The crowd listened to the artist Elara, their faces filled with a placid, beatific contentment. They were souls trapped in a gilded cage, and they didn’t even know they were prisoners. They believed they were in heaven.
Ryan stood his ground against the seductive, psychic whisper of Elara, the high priestess of the Splinter. Her offer of a perfect, painless world wa ...
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