THE DOOR
He stared out at the sprawling, neon-lit city, his face an immaculate, unreadable mask of stoic granite.
"What do you think of this one?"
Jack's melodic voice chimed from the center of the room, pulling Marcus from his gritty, agonizing internal calculations.
Marcus turned his head slowly, keeping his torso perfectly locked to avoid grinding the fractured bone.
Jack was standing in front of the massive, floating holographic mirror. The Sovereign was trying on a ceremonial mantle woven entirely from his own physical Pink Blossoms and hard-light silk. He looked like a divine being stepping out of a myth. His chameleon skin was flushed with a constant, beautiful neon-pink luminescence. He was p
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