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Now, Malachi could get a better look at his mother.

While some things were largely the same, she did seem to be just a tiny bit paler in this universe and her expression was a fair bit sharper.

This version of his mother actually seemed scary.

"Sit." She said without elaborating.

"Hm? I'm fine, I just need to-"

"I wasn't asking."

Nyx snapped her fingers and a sterilized medical table ...

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