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... old, metal container. She was in a space of pure, blinding thought. A cathedral of data. The Architect’s throne room. But it was not the cold, sterile space she had invaded before. It was a maelstrom. A tempest of raw, chaotic emotion, the aftershock of the human soul she had gifted it.
And in the center of the storm, on a throne of fractured logic, sat the Architect.
It still wore the face of Denzarro Hamilton, but the face was a mask of agony. It clutched its head, its body fli ...
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