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Previously

…“Dr. Thorne,” she said, her voice smooth as polished obsidian. “I had hoped our paths wouldn’t cross again under such… illuminating circumstances.” Thorne visibly recoiled. “Seraphina. You know what they’re doing.” “I know enough,” she replied, her eyes never leaving Kael. “And so do you, now, Kael. The Architect’s grand design is not as benevolent as it appears. This ‘guiding light’ is a cage. And you, my dear clone, are one of its most prized birds.” Kael’s mind raced. Thorne’s confession had been a blow, shattering his already fragile sense of self. Now, Seraphina’s pronouncements, laced with her usual cryptic undertones, added another layer of