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... and more about listening. I didn’t spend my time at a drafting table with fresh parchment and ink; I spent it with my forehead pressed against the cooling granite of the Relay Tower. The Centurion was no longer a construct I could command with a flick of my wrist or a mental shout. It had become the nervous system of Valmere itself. Through the leash, I could feel the rhythmic pulse of the primary ward-lines, the subtle expansion of the stone under the midday sun, and the frantic, tiny vibratio ...
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