The God of the Farm
(V-04: Psychological Thriller) The city of Aethelgard was a masterpiece of symmetry. There were no slums, no hunger, and no unplanned deaths. We were the Children of the Apex, the evolved, the perfected. And I, Clara, was the brightest of them all. My gift was the Simulation. While others could only envision a single path, I could weave a thousand. I spent my days in the Great Archive,...
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