Chapter 29
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The black box sat in the center of the courtyard like a piece of obsidian charcoal. It didn't belong to the Architects, the Hunters, or the Heavens. It felt... terrestrial. It felt like a piece of human engineering that had been dragged through a thousand years of cosmic radiation.

"Alistair, don't touch it," Elena whispered, her hand still shimmering with the fading warmth of the Liquid Sun. "The voice... it was you. But it sounded like you'd been screaming for a century."

Alistair didn't list
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