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11 Sun Stones

作者: J.J.F. MUSGRAVE
last update 公開日: 2026-05-26 21:06:48

The narrow corridor beyond the entry hall exhaled stale, untouched air. Stone walls loomed high and close, furred with the dust of decades. The floor, though choked in grit, bore faded symbols—half-erased footprints pressed by history and then forgotten.

Lizzi crouched at the threshold and set Rover—a four-wheeled robotic scout—onto the ground. Matte casing, low center of gravity, a snub nose bristling with sensors. The Laylon scanner hummed to life, a cat’s purr caught in aluminum.

“Okay, my d
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