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And on her personal data-slate, the stream was still running. The view count had ticked past a million. She tried to scream, but the sound died in her throat
But the Drukhari are not a people who tolerate mockery. In its reflection, she saw not her own
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The drone’s light flickered. When it steadied, a shape stood in the shadows of the broken webway gate. Taller than a human. Armour of interlocking bone and obsidian, flayed-skin cloak whispering against the deck. A helm like a shrieking skull, its eyepieces twin points of crimson malice.
The view count ticked past fifty thousand.