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I didn't even flinch; not only was this not my body, but the vessel itself was paired with a physical backup.
Lore
As she took in the worn relief depicting Castor and Pollux, the Empress experienced a glitch in her vision; for a moment the carved figures appeared to be writhing in torment. She made a note to scrap this golem after her next cognitive merge.
"Smooth down these walls," she decreed, "This is a crypt no longer; it shall become known as a treasury."
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