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Chapter 188: Freedom and Madness
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... sense could touch.
That was deliberate.
The flagship’s core superstructure—keel, ribs, and inner sanctum—was fully encased in Blackstone, a lattice grown and bonded at the molecular level. Not layered. Not plated. Integrated. A psychic dead zone so absolute that even daemons slid off it like rain from glass. No whispers from the Warp. No echoes. No gods listening in.
Here, Franklin Valorian was supposed to be alone.
The chamber stretched for half a kilometer, its ...
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