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Chapter 94: The Second Pulse
Author: Dzifa
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The Newborn had been awake for six days when the second pulse hit.

Kaelan was in the training yard, watching the Newborn learn to hold a practice sword. Its shifting form had stabilized somewhat—still fluid, still new, but beginning to coalesce into something more defined. It had chosen a humanoid shape, though its features were still indistinct, and its movements were the careful, tentative motions of something that had never inhabited a body before. Caleb was teaching it basic stances, his pa
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