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... stone.

Mira stood before the ancient system tablet, her eyes darting rapidly over the cascading script that had just unlocked. Symbols shifted, reshaping themselves into words that made her breath catch in her throat.

"Elias... this isn’t just a corrupted branch of the Lust System," she whispered. "You were never supposed to exist like this. You’re running on legacy code—something predating the System itself."

Elias furrowed his brows. "Legacy code? You mean... I’m some ...

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