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Chapter 39: The Archive of Souls

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​The connection, once established through that desperate, searing kiss, refused to break.

​It was not merely a union of spirits; it was a catastrophic exchange of ancient memories.

As Dave held Laura, his mind was forcibly opened, and the Archive of All Things—the repository of every secret the cosmos had ever whispered—flooded into his consciousness.

​He did not just see the current war; he saw the echoes of a thousand lifetimes. He saw himself a thousand times over, holding Laura in the
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