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Chapters 16: The Meat-Monsters Awake
Author: Elga.ra
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The world was no longer a veil; it was a wound.

As the smoke from the Spire’s first catastrophic tilt began to clear, the sky above Grand Arbor didn't reveal the sun or the clouds. Instead, it revealed the logic. Massive, scrolling ribbons of emerald-green text and violet commands raced across a flickering abyssal ceiling. The atmospheric rendering was failing. The "skin" of the world was peeling away in jagged, polygonal sheets, falling toward the earth like flakes of ash, leaving behind the r
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