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Schemes and Plans
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After the Council session, Sereen returned to her private quarters in the Spine's administrative district. The apartment was sparse—she'd never cared much for luxury or comfort. Function mattered. Results mattered. Everything else was distraction.

She poured herself a glass of wine—good vintage, a gift from Councilor Venn after their last successful Engine activation—and stood at the window overlooking the Corpse Vault entrance.

The entrance was a massive archway carved directly into Tharos's sternum, flanked by guard towers and defensive emplacements. Sealed doors of god-bone and steel, three feet thick, designed to withstand anything short of a direct Engine blast. Beyond those doors lay the Deep Spine—the network of chambers and passages that followed Tharos's preserved circulatory system down into the corpse's core.

And at the very center, in a chamber flooded with preservation aetherich, lay Tharos's heart.

Still intact. Still, in some incomprehensible way, still beating.

Once ev
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