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... nown to me as Kimchi—panic was almost palpable, a tremor rippling through her massive, alabaster chitin plates. She was struggling, caught in the unfamiliar snare of inventing names. To her, this simple human ritual was a labyrinth of uncertainty. The effortless grace with which I had conjured her name seemed to mock her hesitation—a testament, perhaps, to my genius in her eyes. "Truly worthy to be our mate," her silent thoughts whispered through the psionic link.
"Forgive me, mate-spawn ...
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