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... s being forcibly born again. As the Centurion and I climbed the spiraling stairs of light, the very air seemed to vibrate with the sound of a billion tiny locks turning at once. The oppressive, cold weight of the Architect’s "Perfect System" had vanished, replaced by a raw, chaotic energy that tasted like ozone and fresh rain. My lungs, which had felt like they were filled with obsidian dust for hours, finally expanded without a sharp, stabbing pain.
I leaned heavily against the Centurio ...
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