The fall did not end with a crash but with a slow and sickening stop.It felt like the air had turned into oil catching all the broken bits of the Parliament and slowing us down until we landed on a floor made of shiny, interlocking brass gears.The screams of the delegates above grew quieter echoing through the huge cavern like voices stuck in a deep well."Everyone move " I panted, my boots catching on the edge of a spinning wheel beneath us.The air here was cold and smelled of old copper, ozone and a strange metallic scent that made the back of my throat taste bad.This was the Chronos-Vault, a room built under the Capital before the first treaty was ever signed."Elowen, your hand, " Malachi said, his voice next to me. He did not look at the machines around us; his eyes were on my right wrist.The charcoal-ink veins were not just pulsing now; they were. Forming weird geometric shapes that crawled toward my palm.The weird time effect of the vault was making the infection worse.E
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