Elias felt the room shift. The walls seemed to lean in, listening. "I didn't sign up for that. I’m the Architect."

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Vela examined him closely, a mother inspecting a stubborn stain on a shirt. She walked over to a dusty shelf in the far back, a section of the library that smelled of dust and finality.