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... ice curled around the edges of the air.
"There’s no pleasure in eternity if nothing fills it. I built this tower to house work. Records. People. And her..."
He gestured toward Emma, who had returned to the side console, adjusting something silently with a slow precision.
"...she didn’t start here. She was meant to die."
The smile faded.
"Targeted by a Zeionsit cult on her homeworld," he said.
"They wanted to see if her soul type could adapt to plan ...
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