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... nger I never understood."
He paused, not from uncertainty, but from memory. His silver eyes tracked the curve of the black screen behind Elias, not looking at the present—remembering something buried far deeper.
"It isn’t decay," he went on. "It’s subtraction. The virus hollows things out. Leaves the surface. Deletes the context. All that remains is the instinct to consume. Not food. Not life. Just motion and replication."
The red veins along his arms lit brighter, glowin ...
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