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... lene’s answer finally allowed the Silent King, Szarekh, to exhale in relief.
Still kneeling in a posture of submission, Szarekh suddenly noticed that his vision—filtered through his living-metal optics—had grown faintly blurred. Instinctively, he wiped at his face, only to find no tears, no trembling lips, no sign of emotional expression.
A soulless, fleshless body of steel had no tears to shed.
He understood. It was merely his core’s sensory subroutine—the fusion of memo ...
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