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“You are… Elara Vance,” he said. His voice was a soft, dry rustle, like autumn leaves. “Principal Investigator. My progenitor.”

He found himself on a plain of broken mirrors. Each mirror reflected a different Earth—a world where the Drowning had already won. Cities of rust. Oceans of tar. Skies weeping acid. And in every reflection, a Mourner stared back. pha-pro 8

The mirrors cracked. The Mourners’ faces twisted. “You are… Elara Vance,” he said

“I think… that is enough for today.” “You are… Elara Vance