𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 The air inside the Root was thick, tasting of copper and ancient, sunless earth. Maya struggled to breathe as the impact from the pod’s crash landing still rang in her skull like a heavy bell. She looked up from the floor, her vision swimming, to see the man who shouldn't be there. Arthur Vance. Or something that wore his skin. He didn't look like the dying old man she had seen in the warehouse. This version was taller, his posture straight, his face smoothed of every wrinkle. He looked as if he had been dipped in the same serum that had preserved Elena; unnatural, eternal, and cold. "Father?" Maya’s voice cracked. "The biological version of your father is buried under a mountain in Switzerland, Maya," the man said in a perfect voice with a terrifying resonance. "I am the Prime Archive. I am the memory of Arthur Vance, refined and uploaded into the only vessel capable of holding the Root’s core." He jerked the leash in his hand. Maya let out
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