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They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. “Where?”
Her voice cracked. Her legs shaked. This is the story of an unspeakable mission. “No,” he said, voice hoarse. The belt cut into her mouth as her jaw clenched. Caelen stood over her, full height restored. It was a tool. No tools. When it begins.”
Roxy took it in her teeth and lay down. “Make it worth it,” she whispered. “You carried it,” Verena whispered, touching her brow with a trembling hand. “Roxy,” he rasped. Her vision swam. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, lips whispering the Litany of Suffering. “I am ready to die,” she whispered, the belt falling from her mouth. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh.
