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Chapter Ninety-One: The Harmonic Tether

작가: Sammy Miracle
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Three days later,

The High Sierras were a fortress of granite and shadow, a place where the air grew thin and the "Sentient Frequency" of the modern world finally dissolved into the primordial silence of the peaks.

The pack had relocated to "The Aerie," a pre-Veil mountain redoubt carved into the living rock of a hidden canyon. It was a place of brutalist stone and ancient shielding, designed by the early Wyrd Council to withstand exactly the kind of atmospheric collapse that had swallowed San
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