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Chapter 7: The Obsidian Citadel

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POV: Neoma

Consciousness returned in fragments.

First, the vibration.

It wasn't the jagged, uneven rattle of a Dregs crawler. This was a deep, chest-compressing thrum. Precision engineering. A hum so low it bypassed my ears and settled directly in the fluid of my spine. My teeth ached with it.

Second, the heat.

The air in the transport bay was sweltering. It shouldn't have been. Sky Anchors were military-grade, climate-controlled. But the heat wasn't coming from the vents. It was radiating from
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