Title: The Final Lie of Proxima
The celebration was a fever dream of neon and noise. After two thousand years of silence, the sirens of the Ark-Ships were screaming a symphony of victory. "We have arrived!" the speakers roared, the voice of the High Chancellor booming across the decks. "Proxima Centauri is ours! The long night is over!" I stood in the shadows of the Command Bridge, clutching a data-slate that felt like a lead...
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