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Chapter 150: The Gallery Master
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2026-02-02 09:04:28The appearance of the Curator turned the darkness of the "Blackout" into a sanctuary of ancient, terrifying gravity. He stood in the center of the ruined office, his presence so intense that the gold-and-sapphire light of Silas’s skin and the violet ozone of Lyra’s wings were pulled toward him like moths to a cosmic flame. He wasn't a creature of the North, and he wasn't a product of the "Real World." He was the "Source"—the original Architect who had decided that the universe was a gallery.<
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