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Previously

…Before him, not a person, but a confluence of light and shadow coalesced into a form that was both terrifyingly abstract and undeniably present. This was the Architect, or at least, the closest Kael would get to seeing the entity that had orchestrated his existence, his implant, his entire descent into this dizzying labyrinth. Kael’s fingers twitched, a nervous tic that had been his constant companion since his Red Cross days had imploded, leaving him adrift in a sea of manufactured memories and a cloned body that felt both alien and intimately his own. The Jewish star chip embedded in his spine, once a source of gnawing dread, now pulsed with a faint, insistent warmth,