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Inside, the studio was smaller than a coffin. A single velvet chair faced a wall of tiny, shimmering vials, each no larger than a thumbnail. Behind a sleek obsidian desk sat a woman who looked like she remembered the future. Her name was Elara.






Inside, the studio was smaller than a coffin. A single velvet chair faced a wall of tiny, shimmering vials, each no larger than a thumbnail. Behind a sleek obsidian desk sat a woman who looked like she remembered the future. Her name was Elara.