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... truth that vibrated through his very bones. The golden aurora outside, once a symbol of Genesis’s rebirth, now felt like the shimmering threads of a vast, invisible puppet master. The Architects weren’t benevolent creators; they were cosmic gardeners, pruning humanity when it grew too wild, too independent. And his own system, his very power, was merely a more sophisticated tool in their grand design.
Guilt, sharp and acrid, clawed at his throat. Every structure he’d raised, every life h ...
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