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on, a consequence of their psionic abilities, that caused irritability, aggression, and eventually, a descent into feral madness. The only cure, the only way to soothe the corrupt

inite. The supply

could be a useless F-Grade, or she could be a world-changing A-Grade. The uncertainty, th

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matte black and brutally angular, a military transport vessel designed for assault land

rear. Twelve soldiers marched out in perfect synchronization. They were clad in black tactical armor, their faces hidden behind reflective visors, and they carrie

rom the ship's external speakers. It was

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shock. A panel on the wall of her closet slid open, revealing a simple but elegant outfit: dark, well-fitted trousers, a cream-colored

g fingers, her mind still reeling from the sight of the ar

hought about the comments she had just read-males begging for her attention, showing off their credits and their abilities. And then she thought about Kenny's parting words: "Even if I die, even if I get exiled to

pulled

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subtle markings of rank. He removed his helmet, revealing a stern, handsome face with a sharp jaw and piercing gray eyes. H

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pped lower. "The hono

he walked between the two lines of silent, armored sentinels, their vis

cted. It was a VIP cabin, furnished with plush, cream-colored leather chairs, polished chrome accents,

off the outside world. A small, silent service droid glided up

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