The Sinner’s Return
Author: AllRoses
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN

A hundred years was a heartbeat to the cold, subterranean stone of the Upper Archive, but to a human mind trapped in a cage of silver light, it was an eternity of manufactured warmth.

High above the five galleries of the preservation vault, the stasis orb hung from a web of iron cables, suspended in the silent air. Inside, the pristine white skeleton of Marcus hovered in weightless suspension, its skull fixed in the same quiet, peaceful smile it had carried
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