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... ere the very concept of existence flickered like a dying candle, a child walked alone through storms of crystallized screams. Alexia the Remnant was thirteen years old by any standard that still mattered, though time itself had become negotiable in the regions she traversed.
Her small form was wrapped in a cloak woven from the shadows of extinct stars, and her eyes—those terrible, beautiful eyes—held depths that no child should possess. They were not entirely her own. When the Consciousn ...
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