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... the plane itself feared angering him by staying broken.
Dot’s blue glow spasmed, flickering like a dying filament, her tiny Ikona struggling against his grip, each pulse weaker than the last as she thrashed, her light dimming under the pressure. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm
With every stutter, loose motes of blue splashed across his knuckles, then winked out, leaving no mark—proof of how thoroughly he owned the space she could occupy.
High above, inert viewing screens flashed brief d ...
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