The silver-salt emitter’s whine climbed into a frequency that set my teeth on edge, the violet glow at the nozzle casting jagged, flickering shadows across the cemetery frost.I didn't answer; I only tightened my grip on the Moonstone shard, the edges biting into my palm until I felt the sting of broken skin. Serena’s finger twitched on the trigger, her pixelated features struggling to resolve into the mask of the Savior."I asked you a question, glitch," she said, her voice dropping into that synthesized rasp.I focused on the bite of the air—negative four degrees—and the way the ozone from her weapon burned the back of my throat."A mistake," I said. My voice was flat, a short declaration of fact. "That’s what your system calls me. If you want a longer title, go ask the High Elder why his perfect world is rotting from the basement up."Serena’s knuckles whitened around the grip. She was a savior built on a sequence of lies, and my presence was a corruption her processors couldn't fo
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