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... of Living Steel, My Organs Learn to Sing
Five planetary cycles. Half a decade beneath a sky that wasn’t Earth’s, breathing air laced with psionic resonance instead of smog and lost dreams. I’d survived. More than that — I’d thrived.
My childhood, if one could even call it that, had been something between a military apprenticeship and a never-ending fever dream of cosmic intimacy. Crystal trained me in mental defense, sharpening my mind like a blade forged in the crucible of thoug ...
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