Keel stared into the photo's eyes. His little girl, gone only a few years, taken from him by a nemesis. A personal war amongst the universal and the introverted. He swore this would be the last time he looked into her eyes until the mission was complete - until the truth was revealed, and the dying slowed down. Keel knew that the dying would never truly end, it would only be sustained.
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