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Chapter 133: The Future's First Breath
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2026-01-30 09:02:21Deep beneath the sanitized surface of the Great Hall, Kaelen sat in a room made of white glass and mercury-mirrors. He was no longer a boy of five; he looked like a youth of ten, his white-and-black hair perfectly trimmed, his skin as smooth and cold as polished marble. He wore a tunic of silver-mesh that felt like a second skin, one that regulated his pulse and suppressed the "chaotic" frequencies of his gold-and-sapphire marrow.
Standing before him was the Silver-Eyed Man—the versi
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