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... y come to an end. And now, in our hands, we held what might be the key to awakening Zeruel’s mother from her deep, unending slumber.
It was in the form of a pill.
Not a syrup. Not a vial of liquid.
But a small, unassuming pill.
There was no telltale sheen of fluid, no scent or texture to give away its origin. It looked perfectly ordinary—just like any over-the-counter capsule you’d see in a pharmacy. But we knew better.
The original base material, my semen ...
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