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The Leash and the Lever
Author: NB LMO
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The Resonance Bridge was a silent, humming heart in the Lyceum's public hall. It did nothing overt, but its presence changed everything. The "Keepers of the Deep Silence," seeing the device built openly and their fears of a cataclysm proven unfounded, dwindled to a confused handful. Public trust, which had been fraying, began to slowly re-knit around this symbol of transparency and strange, hard-won partnership.

The data stream from Arcturus was not a flood of secrets, but a slow, precise drip of analyses. Schematics for more efficient Void-Steel purification (a process they could now attempt, having a sample). Historical data on Tieron's previous "infrastructure assimilation" projects, confirming the leash theory. And, most intriguingly, the first fragments of Arcturus's own research into the "First Paradox"—the fundamental flaw in magical particle cohesion that limited all high-energy enchantment. It was dense, theoretical, and breathtaking. For the first time, Kaelan saw the Schola
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