The Last Memory of Earth

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The world was a void of blinding, antiseptic white. There were no horizons, no shadows, and no sound except for the low, omnipresent hum of the Great Archive. Sarah sat on a translucent bench that felt like frozen air, staring at her own hands. They were perfect—no scars, no age spots, no tremors. In this place, perfection was the only permitted state. Sarah was a Historian, one of the few...

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