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... culous precision, his blood went cold.
The deep pulse from the ruins was beating at exactly 48 pulses per minute.
The exact same rate as the egg in his storage ring.
They were synchronized.
Whatever the egg was, whatever it contained or represented, it was responding to something in those ruins. Or something in the ruins was calling to it. The distinction might not matter, but the implication was clear: he was carrying something connected to the very place they we ...
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