For years, it had been the ambient hum of Julian’s existence. Not the dramatic gush of a wound, but the slow, metallic seep of a life lived in contraction. It was the flavor of biting one’s tongue, of swallowing arguments, of keeping the jaw clenched tight enough to grind enamel into dust. He had become an expert at the architecture of dams. He built them out of silence, out of polite nods, out of the frantic, invisible labor of keeping everything inside.
"You've made a grave mistake, Ava," Saint Clair sneered. "Erebus will only bring chaos and destruction. The Nexus is the only thing that keeps New Eden from descending into complete anarchy." unblocked